“Quite so,” Lord Vaelor replied evenly. “Punctuality is an unfashionable virtue, I’m afraid. One I have never seen the sense in abandoning.”
His gaze flicked, briefly and politely, to the bone heels, then returned to her face.
“As for the wait,” he continued, unbothered, “I find anticipation sharpens the appetite. Not for food, naturally, but for outcomes.”
He inclined his head a fraction.
“I am content to observe at your leisure, my lady.”