Her look is apologetic, she can't expect him to agree to not be mad about a thing he hasn't figured out yet. Not a surprise, if something goes that wrong, you don't hunt down the person you hurt to apologize. You just let two strangers never meet again. Except she'd gotten a sense of what happened and it was gnawing on her> So eventually, once she was right with herself, she had to poke at this.

Because it was her fault. Regardless of how she meant it.

"I'm sorry," Her voice is even, and sincere, as much as her voice ever managed that. Hands behind her back, not breaking away eye contact. She needed him to hear her out, and that meant she couldn't cower away or halfass this. "I didn't mean to lead you on. I didn't really mean to shout at you either. I did not think through what anyone else might be looking for at the party, I was looking at at all through my own eyes. And you got hurt, and I'm sorry. Okay?"

If he still hadn't twigged on yet, she takes her hands out from behind her back, and she's holding a blue mask. One that was worn at the ball by a particular tiny gentleman who tried, and failed spectacularly, at cheering up a Frog Prince.