Oh, it certainly elicits a response. Caught off guard by the mention of a partner -- God, she is so very off balance right now, and she hates it -- Diya flinches slightly, her grip on the envelope tightening, threatening to crease it, but she smooths it out of her expression quickly enough.

"Is this something you often practice with your partner?" There's just the slightest strain to her voice, a slightly sour note in the usual hautish euphony.