What was she up to?

Schreiger's dark, thin-lipped expression was fleeting.

"I will inform my valet that you'll be staying for dinner - and the night."

He wrung his hands briefly.

"If you have Coruscanti tastes, you may be disappointed in the selection of dinner, Director. I have specific dietary instructions."

It was as much truth as it was an attempt to dissuade her from this farce. Schreiger detested conventional interactions.