Wilson tilted her head, wondering at yet another intriguing phrase he\'d produced... and at that hovering hand. He really did have an eye on getting close to her! Of course, the gifts he\'d twice given announced that loud and clear, but she was surprised that he wasn\'t able to make these overtures and then wait for them to blossom. Instead, he was impatient and she couldn\'t see what his haste was in aid of; it wasn\'t impressing anything upon her besides how disposable he\'d be. No-one interested in anything long term or meaningful would venture all their cards in one hand like this.
"Thank you," she murmured, acknowledging his compliment but not focussing on it. "Of course we\'re on opposite teams," she then grinned, wondering just how opposite they really were, "but that\'s the nature of sport, I suppose. There is no contest without diverse thinking... and just which ball would you have me play with, pray tell?"
Her eyes twinkled as she attempted to decipher the odd comment, putting her own interpretation on it - even if it might be a tad more wicked than he\'d even intended. She knew of a few games involving balls but they were children\'s endeavours and surely not what he was getting at now. She rather enjoyed the fact that he might be inferring she play with his balls - it certainly fit with his brashness. Oddly, it would also allow her the luxury of a swift decision about him. Such crassness could be accepted or easily walked away from, depending on her mood at the time. Whichever way she went, it would be perfectly within her rights, for such extreme boldness should naturally result in an extreme response.
The way her feelings were fluctuating, her reaction would be anyone\'s prediction; even she didn\'t know what she was capable of when feeling this raw, weary and vulnerable. Perhaps it would be better to head back into the ballroom for a dance, after all - it might clear her head and shape her actions to ones more appropriate to her station.
"The one going on in the other room? Is this your round-about way of asking me to dance, again?" she teased, laying the groundwork for an exit, at least.