"See?" Margaret smiled, looking terribly pleased with herself. "That's why you're in such a dither." His expression moved to the comical side of haughty. "Men do not dither." Her expression moved to the ridiculous side of arch. "I beg your pardon, but I am looking at a dithering male as we speak." They stared at each other across the table for several seconds, until Angus finally said, "If you raise your eyebrows any farther, I'm going to have to physically retrieve them from your hairline." Margaret tried to respond in kind -he could see it in her eyes- but her humor got the best of her, and she burst out laughing."