Elletra’s only response was a single raised eyebrow.

“The Earl is throwing his annual Spring Ball at the Grand Concert Hall. The shipment is meant to go to the factory next door, so we’re going to go in and cause a distraction while the Captain does the job.”

She had to admit, it wasn’t a bad plan.

“What if it’s a trap?”

“It’s a possibility, but the Spring Ball is a major part of the social calendar. It isn’t likely that he could reschedule or relocate it to suit his purposes.”

“And why do you need me?”

Hawkeye started saying something, then cleared his throat, looked away, and muttered the rest of the sentence. Elletra gave him the most predatory smile she knew and moved in just a little closer.

“I didn’t catch that, Ilse-Lorenz. A gentleman like you should know not to mumble.”

Was that a shade of scarlet?

“It’s… traditional to bring a date to the Spring Ball. For the dance.”

Aha!