"Oh, darling," she said, breathing out a laugh as her eyes skimmed over a painting, "how does she expect you to find a suitor if you can't talk to them? How unfair," she purred, her eyes sliding back onto him, before offering out her cup, "you can have a sip, might be a little bit spiked, though," she offered with a wink. "I presume they've been invited, I haven't asked. I'll be dragging Alfie and Octavius along anyway. I hope the ball will be a shit show, they're always the ones to be at, aren't they?"