Lydia just smiled wider and took his hand, leading him into the house.
"Noted. How do you prefer to dress, John?" There were cogs whirring in her head, tailors to call, shopping to be done...
Lydia led him into her quarters and straight to her bathroom, opening the door and ushering him in. The main feature of the room was a spectacularly huge bathtub, and she reached over and turned the knobs on, making the water as hot as she could stand. Shaking her hands dry, she stood back up and began to unbutton her blouse as she said, "Alright John, undress. I'd like to see you without all the dirt."