"You did me a favor?!" Shock gives way to incredulity as Kate rounds on Richie, the flute of Champagne that Klaus had mesmerized her with his skillful pouring of, set down on the bar as if to protect it from what would come next.

"Please explain to me, how any of that, was for my benefit!"

She works hard to keep her voice pitched low but you only had to see the poorly veiled anger twisting her features to know the conversation wasn't casual in nature. Richie might tower over her physically, but Kate, when she was angry, appeared to rise up beyond her modest stature.

"When you humiliated me? Or when you outed yourself to him in a ballroom full of people?!"