Yvaine flicked her eyes to him, a bit surprised that he wanted to know what she really thought. Most people she met at such events were perfectly content with the veil of nobility and flattery wrapped around them like a security blanket.
But then, he really wasn't like most people, she supposed.
Sitting up a little straighter, she folded her hands in her lap and looked him up and down, not bothering to hide her calculation or curiosity. "It tells me you enjoy your vices," she answered after a moment, tone rather businesslike, "but also that you can keep your head. You can hold your drink- or you know when to stop- and how to play the other gamblers even better than you know to play the game."
Her head tilted and she added a little more slowly, "Your apparent interest in me tells me you enjoy the unexpected, and most likely the challenging unexpected. Your admittance to being unmarried could be a lie to lull my sense of impropriety, but I rather doubt it." A very small smile worked its way across her face.
"Honestly, I'm having a bit of a hard time deciphering what your goal for this evening may be. The obvious answer is to get under my skirts, but I think you're too shrewd not to realize I'd be expecting that, and so I'd be on guard. Which leaves me rather puzzled."