She'd really only meant to bring up the Lady of House Asgard as a distraction, but Lexie hasn't gotten to where she has by turning down possibilities that are offered her—

—wait, shit. She'd meant to be watching Bene's reaction in her periphery, but the quick-changing ripple of expression across Loki's face had not only caught her full attention but had held it as he let her turn his head, the minute confusion and ever-so-slightly halting thought that followed making her look far too fondly amused before she notices. She releases her fan to open it again, chides herself, and turns her head to look at Bene again with a re-regulated sunny smile.

"Opportunities abound! Speaking of which, what are your thoughts on the Inquisition's talks with the Archon?

"Or, more importantly, reputable tailors I might contract. I haven't anything in the correct colours or silhouette."