[What is killing Constance so much, right now, is that she knows she has a way with words; her vocabulary is suitably advanced, exactly what one would expect from a woman of noble stock. So why is she finding herself so damn tongue-tied when it comes to this?

Particularly when Hilda starts turning on the charm...it's like she's pressed some kind of internal switch, and bam! Perfect flirting! She's feeling compelled to get her a drink herself...]

Well, that's...that's very nice of you to say, Hilda...

[Is this another test?? It is, isn't it? Wait, should she be flirting back? Is such a thing appropriate?

Will she ever stop overthinking absolutely everything?]

That is to say, ah! Mine couldn't possibly compare with yours! Blue eyes are so dreadfully common, yet the exquisite shade of pink in yours is a rarity!

[Okay, that's....hmm, that's not too bad, let's try to keep following this path...]

No wonder a simply bat of your eyelashes is enough to compel even the surliest of gentlemen to do what you wish!