[ What Ingrid had meant: Don't leave me alone with my father, don't abandon me to the would-be suitors he'll no doubt have lying in wait, and most importantly - don't leave without me.

What Sylvain apparently heard: Let's go to bed together.

This is it. This is the moment of her defeat. ]

No, of course I don't mean the way you're thinking.

[ Pushing her plate away in frustration, she turns to look at him dead on. ]

Sylvain, your requests puts me in a very uncomfortable position. I can't pass by Galatea without deigning to stop, but that is the absolute last place I want to be right now. I'm asking you to have my back. And all you can think about is whether or not I'm inviting you into my bed?

[ As she speaks - well, monologues, really - her words get louder and louder. She's winding herself up into a fit of upset and he'll recognise the signs. She's been doing it ever since they were children, after all. If he doesn't defuse the situation immediately, he may not leave the dining area alive. ]