The girl looked at him like he was an insect she’d found in her flute of champagne.
“Perpetually,” she said.  She didn’t upset by this.
Lucien found this intolerable.  Women were soft, vulnerable creatures He couldn’t bear to see one like her, solitary, independent and standing apart.  It was a waste.
“How tragic.”  He said, and sipped his own drink.  “You are surely in need of a knight to protect you.”
“I don’t think so,” she said, looping her arm through the safety strap.  The ship bumped, and Lucien spilled his drink across his shirt and face as he stumbled.