For a moment, he pauses as he recognizes the tightness of her voice, but quietly concludes it isn't due to annoyance him. She's puzzled, just as he was at receiving the gift. Orlesian ball or otherwise, it's still not something he expected. Twisted Fate looks up, releasing her hand.

Difficult to not think of him. That's something to consider.

"Then I consider myself lucky for that," he says, deciding it better to not tease her right now. "I didn't intend to embarrass you."