The embarrassment is unexpected, the way Flynn freezes even more so, and Darlington looks over the card again for some hidden meaning, some shift in the language he hadn't realized as he'd read. The explanation that follows only resolves some of the mystery, and Darlington regards him again with a little more interest.

"How do you mean? I suppose all taste is subjective, but what makes your..." He waves a hand. "Conception of it, I suppose, so different from the norm?"