[She actually smiled a little when he admitted to having been speaking on the subject for some time. Really, she didn't mind. Midii was far better at listening than talking herself, and she was learning a lot about her(?) history. And her fellow Frenchman.]

Not many, no.

Back home, only the wealthy could afford to host such parties without the threat of attack. And here...I would go sometimes, just to see, but there was never much reason for me to stay too long.

[Except for those rare occasions Damian or Jack would get her to linger, either thought talk or dance.]