Sonia's eyebrows raise slightly as Byerly clasps her hand in his, but she gives him a tilted smile, her dark eyes bright, permitting the flattered look to show on her face. Ooh, and he's got all the right lines, too.

"Only when the General Count's looking," she says teasingly, and looks around in mock furtiveness. "Hm. I don't see him anywhere around here. And I promise not to tell."

She turns her smile back at Byerly, tilting her chin up. "Not Lord Byerly Vorrutyer, I hope. I've found high Vor to be so stuffy. Not an ounce of fun in them."

Like, say, a certain General Count.