[Wasn't that what people like them did? Smile through it, survive and pretend nothing was the matter? That's the route Ana was taking with her death and her murderer's subsiquent departure from town. If she looked at it in a different way, Ana would curl up and do what she had done after Rex and Duke, and she was never going to allow anyone to do that to her ever again.

So, there's another quick smile, and a little brush of her hair back over shoulder. She's definitely teasing as she pretends to consider it, holding her cue on one side.]

Well, I suppose I'll consider it, darling. Depends on how rusty you are and should you require any proper tutelage.

[Her tongue and a smirk lingered over proper tutelage, and she gestured for him to break.]