Julian met her gaze without hesitation. "That would be wise, Your Highness."
For a moment she regarded him in silence, then laughed softly. The sound was light enough to pass for amusement, but her hungry eyes conveyed her real intent.
As she laughed, she rested an arm on the table and leaned forward slightly. She held that position for a moment, giving any man who looked at her a visual "treat."
"Oh, I see," she murmured. "You are not nearly as quiet as you appear. How disappointing. I was beginning to hope I would have to draw you out myself."
"I have never claimed to be quiet."
"No." Her eyes moved over his face with open curiosity. "You simply sit there looking composed while the rest of the table performs for someone else. It makes a woman wonder what you are thinking when you look at her like that… and whether you look at every woman that way."
She reached for the small silver spoon beside her cup and stirred her tea, although she had added nothing to it.
