[ Claude's sneaky kiss to her palm doesn't change much in regards to the expression on her face, but it does cause her eyes to at least flicker down towards him, catching the affectionate mirth in his face. There's a 'tsk' at both of their flattery, but she doesn't move to replace her hands back over their mouths. Instead, her fingers settle into the grooves of Claude's shoulder, absently running them along the fabric covering his warm skin. ]

I was busy painting sketches. That's totally different than commanding a room. If I was looking at anyone except the person I was painting that would have made a whole mess of things! [ There's a dainty sniff. ] I'm not Ignatz after all.

[ Even with her answer she seems fully intent on focusing on the delicate design of her dress instead of looking at either of them. With the inclusion of alcohol she barely manages to stop herself from admitting that she had been purposefully leaving them to their own devices for a reason. Something else thankfully comes out instead. ]

Because there was so much to look at? The decorations, the performances - the other Summoned?