"You still chose Monsieur R." She looked over his shoulder, mimicking the actions of the other women.
"He is not even of your district, and yet you still chose him over me. At least admit it, Sir. I do not care if you prefer him to I.There are plenty of people I prefer to you, you know."

She carried on dancing in silence for a moment, brooding on her death in the desert. But after a minute, she sighed.

"I am sorry to be rude, Monsieur."