The Socialite hummed and nodded, only a momentary surprise at the outburst that quickly faded into understanding. Their smile was patient, giving, warm. "Despite its rhetorical nature, I would like to answer the question, if I may. If you'd allow me to." He wouldn't overstep his bounds. If the Tailor truly did not want the question answered, he wouldn't answer it. But if there were room for expansion of the mutually considered idea...