"There you are," he says, smiling. "Have you saved me another dance?"
I can't help myself. "I thought perhaps you might be dancing with Miss Worthington."
He frowns. "A dance with the carnivorous Felicity? Why? Has she eaten all the other available gentlemen?"
I'm so relieved by this that I laugh in spite of my friendship with Felicity, "I shouldn't laugh. You're being horrible."
"Yes," Simon says, raising an eyebrow. "I'm very good at being horrible."