[She doesn't take his bait, which is itself a curiosity, and food for thought. There are too many alternative explanations to simply leap to any one hasty conclusion; in any case, it means his guard won't be relaxing yet — not that it was likely to have regardless, but still, there is more afoot yet that he hasn't uncovered.

She didn't miss the error, he's confident of that much. So either she doesn't know it was one — and if so, then some manner of trickery is afoot — or she doesn't remember it was one, or she's signaling him to be vigilant by a means that would be guaranteed to keep him so.

Hopefully it's the latter. He's more than had enough of enemies wearing an ally's face.]

Ah, but what a dance it was. I always was far too much the gentleman for my own good.

[He moves a little closer, step by careful step. More focused on their surroundings than on her, specifically.]

It seems in one way or another, I always find myself at your side, don't I?