[Lizzie smiles and shrugs a little.]

It is what it is, but thank you. We were just ill-suited to the task. I got too hot-headed, and he... had a rough time with it.

[Dimitri never elaborated on why his pulse kept spiking like it had, and Lizzie never asked. She's a curious sort, sure, but she knows when to leave well enough alone.]

I think the audience with Arthur will suit him much better. I wish you both the best of luck.