What reason could I possibly have to get jealous over a flatterer who misled me?

[Even so, as the song draws to a close her grip on his hand and shoulder tightens, her body swaying forward as if by accident to press her head more firmly against his. Then the music ends and she steps back into a courtesy, still looking up at him through her eyelashes with a small winsome and almost sultry smile. (Fortunately, of course, she is turned away from the ladies and so they can't see just how she's looking at him.)]