She doesn't tsk, but the silence between them seems to say it for her. She lifts her chin, something between stern reproach and amusement in her eyes.

"Just try not to miss a door when it opens for you," she chides, stepping back. When did she slip free of his hand? "I look forward to our next dance."

And with that she turns, steps past a clumsy couple that just happen to blunder in between them. If Reynard tries to follow, every time he thinks he's glimpsed her ahead she vanishes again, until the lady is thoroughly lost in the shadows and lights of the party.