Flint's smile dropped briefly before it returned, and he laughed, giving her another once over. She was right. She certainly was no Lady. He took his hand back, and went back to leaning against the wall. "I had a feeling you weren't a Lady. To well guarded, you see. You're smart, Miss Alma, I'll give you that."He looked back out towards the crowd as he continued. "Hmm Lord Monrova. Seems like a good sort, though he's some type of fool, no? Must be tiresome. Tell me does he ask after you to help him make simple decisions?" Flint laughed when he saw a pained expression in her eyes. "I'll take that as a yes....So tell me, what gave me away?"