[There is something about her tone that makes him question whether or not that is something he should be pleased to hear— Beatrix has a way of sounding put-upon in so many situations, especially those that include conceding that she might not entirely dislike the company of others.]

I believe that may well be a compliment.

[A faint smile flickers across his lips. From her, it's practically a glowing review.]

I will accept it gladly. I am heartened to know you think well of me— or have come dangerously close to doing so.