"Right then, sorry..." Her apology came out in a mumbled whisper. Again she felt the warm tingle of his magic brush over her skin. The warmth settled around her with a soft hum as the charm fell into place. Her mind rapidly processed the information, filing it away with her encounter with him from the previous night. All of his actions could certainly be accounted for by years of etiquette classes, yet it felt different. Etiquette classes aside, there had to be a reason for the sudden change in his behavior. Surely he hadn’t spent all these years ignoring her to suddenly be concerned with small acts of chivalry. 