[She exhales out something of a laugh, all light and dismissive as she sways down into the armchair. Isabeau kicks one leg easily over the other, knee over knee - easy enough despite the distinctive lack of social grace on his part.]

I may eventually find it in myself to forgive you. In any case, I suspect your man is hurrying to the kitchen to put on a pot of tea as we speak. Not to worry, your blunder is being smoothed over for you.

[She's merciless about her teasing, but it's clear enough by the ease of her demeanor and the lightness of her expression that it's nothing more than that.]