"Even the poorest of people have fun my lord, they dance around maypoles, receive gifts at Christmas. They dance and they sing louder then any Noble does." That much she at least knew to be true. She'd been poor as a children, but no less exuberant.

"You know? I'm tempted to throw a temper tantrum to do my father proud and he'd have men beheaded for telling them bad news, but even now I know you're probably sick of me and I should just put myself to bed." She sighed, leaning against him a little again, trying to summon the energy to get up and move.

"Mm, I doubt it's the same." And at the mention of dancing with Cross, she tries her best to swallow the blush working it's way up her throat. "Perhaps he would, but I shall not annoy him further."