Oh boy, the look on his face and in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. He wasn't falling for a thing, she tried to make herself intimidating, thinking rationally of an excuse, something, anything!
"I am Lady Rose Dewitt, you will do as I say or I will inform my father of your neglect towards escorting me!" She was indeed frozen in silence by her own voice, authoritative and powerful, something she hated; she sounded like her father. Her stance relaxed and she looked on apologetically.
"Ah, uh, Christer, what I mean is, I will go back to my fathers residence, I just really want to look at Uthlyn, I have never been before. It'll be just a small glance then we can head back." She offered a reassuring smile, trying to brush the hay from her hair.