"Oh." Her disappointment is palpable and clean writ on her face. Evelyn is as practiced in the art of masking her emotions as she is at keeping her head down and causing no trouble. She's had years to perfect the art, though those skills seem to be failing her in the moment. There's a sheepish smile from her and a simple nod. "Of course. He did tell me once that he was prone to extravagant lies."

She supposes the exaggerations make for a far more thrilling story.

Evelyn brushes aside her silly deflation of fangirl ideals and folds her hands before herself. Excitement fades and makes way for her gentle shyness once more, though she manages to maintain eye contact this time. "I'm quite certain he spoke nothing but the absolute truth about you, however. He spoke well of you, and in that I hold no doubts of his veracity." A pause. "And that you have excellent taste in wine."