So that was Courfeyrac. Felicity found her frown growing deeper for a moment at she watched the screen with piqued curiosity. Courfeyrac was quickly forgotten in favor of Venus, however.

"She is exquisite." Fee marveled, lips curving into a tidy smirk. "But to whom were they referring? Surely those two are not...?"

She refused to believe that the pair on the screen were entangled. Nothing in their body language indicated such affections. She turned back to Joly (or Jolllly, as she recalled from the literature) with arms folded across herself expectantly.