The corporal had gone through the trouble of dressing up, but once again, just as on Sunday night, she had lost her nerve somewhere along the way. As a result, she’d ended up with an evening full of noncommittal pleasantries. At least Castlerook stopped telling her stories of what was going on with her old friends in Fillydelphia -- which meant she stopped being tempted to drown out the memories with liquor. And he’d also managed to subtly make it clear that he was looking forward to heading back there when his Gala-specific posting was done. Back outside Honour’s quarters, even though it was obvious that -- once again -- nothing was going to happen, he'd also less-subtly made it clear that he wanted her to come with him.