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Reagan continued glaring at him and retorted, "Perhaps I wouldn't presume you to be a sexist man if you didn't seem to be making sexist comments." Reagan straighted out her sapphire colored robes and lucky enough for her she was looking down at herself when he called her an attractive woman, because if he had seen the look on her face, it would have made the situation that much more awkward. She didn't know if she should feel flattered that he found her to be so or offended that he even made a comment like that, as if her looks should have any relevancy to the manner in which she did her job.
She opted to not think about it either way and focused instead on his apology, which seemed sincere enough. "I'm sorry for losing my temper, as well. I'm normally much better at controlling myself, but this International Conference right after all the work I did for the wedding, it is wearing me very thin." She realized she'd just admitted a weakness and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. She added, "But that is not to leave this room. As an Unspeakable, I'm quite sure you can manage to keep that information to yourself." Reagan's cheeks pinkened ever so slightly as she brushed her hair from her face.
Using his gesture of a seat as a distraction from her slight embarrassment, Reagan ignored her pride and slid herself into the chair with fluidity. "No, we never do seem to get off on the right foot, do we?" She laughed ever so lightly and then added, "I came down here to discuss something I'd like for the Locked Room to look into."
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