She restrained herself from sighing again. "No... no. That won't be necessary," she told him. If this was how it was going to be between them, she was just going to have to resign herself to the fact that he just wasn't interested in her in any fashion at all. They'd barely consummated their marriage, they never attended anything together since until the auction, and other than one morning of the first week when he had gushed excitedly about a development in the lab where she could only follow three words in five he'd barely spoken to her at all, much less started a genuine conversation.<br/><br/>The best she could hope for would be that he could find whatever it was he was seeking at the auction and she could go back to the house they shared and do what she could to advance his station while keeping out of his way. It certainly wasn't what she had been hoping for when they'd been set up as a match together, but it was better than a lot of other possibilities. Maybe sometime down the line, she could take a lover. Someone who wouldn't cause a scandal that could see to the needs that he was not inclined to take care of himself.<br/><br/>The landing was met with a small squawk as physics dictated her assets react to the sudden cessation of motion, though the fit of her dress was such that nothing could shift out of place without a rather more significant jostle, making her rather glad that she chose the spaghetti strapped gown with the tight fitted bodice as opposed to the one with the plunging neckline that would try to shift away from her body at a stiff breeze. Then again, that wasn't really appropriate for daytime outings anyway. "No... no... I've suffered worse with no damage," she answered, determined to remain the devoted wife, even if their relationship was passing at best.