"Not all treasure is easily spent," she remarks, fingers lifting to her neckline as if searching for the piece of Aztec gold that used to hang there.

Sharp, yes, but perhaps not wise enough in the ways of women to recognize the danger in pursuing certain topics when a vague response has already been given. Elizabeth, eyes narrowing, shoots him a sidelong glance and purses her lips.

"I thought I might enjoy some solitude," is her waspish response, which is as close as she's going to get to admitting she thinks Will is top side. A sigh, and her expression softens. "But truthfully I was growing a bit bored."