Ib nods, wondering what 'disinclined' means. But either way, she doesn't care much about the wine. His next statement has more potential to be interesting anyway.

"How would you liven up the party? If they let you, I mean."

The bow takes her by surprise, and Ib hops back to her feet hurriedly so that she can curtsy. She'd gotten used to dealing mostly with the circus, and has forgotten some of the upper class manners her mother instilled in her.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Redgrave."