[ of...? He had been about to say something else, she suspects. File that away for later, then. ]

And you, Mr. Wuxian. I wish you luck in your endeavor with the...dragons.

[ She doesn't bat at an eye at him mentioning a husband (the dragons are still stranger yet to her). It seems that there are several in this company who are far more open than anyone in London could have dreamed to be. It's comforting, actually. ]

Who might your husband be, if I may ask? Not to retain you further, but so I may know where to find more beautiful things as you say.