Felicity's name caught him a bit of guard. Of course, with her curious intensity it would only be natural that she should gravitate herself toward Joly. The logic of it did nothing to ease his mind.

"Singular sums her up rather well. Mademoiselle Worthington and I are acquainted, though not particularly well. I am--" He paused, searching for a suitably benign word that would aptly describe the profound indifference, colored by a hazy unease that felt toward her. "Unsurprised to hear that she has improved in spirits from our last meeting."

After all, she'd been pretty terribly off. Death didn't do much for anyone's mood, but she had taken it to a fascinating level of melodrama.