Honestly, Theodore felt something like relief when Susan came in, all easy smiles and open ended plans. Just as propriety and formality suited someone like Astoria Greengrass, freedom and a good nature wore well on Susan Bones, whose entrance into his flat felt, in an instant, more like company than the intrusion he'd expected. His demeanour softened a bit as he watched her in the mirror by the mantle, paying more attention to her subtle perusal than his own tie. That didn't go very well whilst tying, and he eventually focused on his fingers and smoothed down a completed knot -- only to decide that he was quite certain he preferred black.
"Gently hungry, I suppose," he mused, pulling the grey fabric from his collar and setting it onto a pile upon the mantle. He'd last eaten... this morning probably. Toast, yes. He'd had toast. And before that, there'd certainly been yesterday's tea. Theodore put a hand on his stomach, as if this was somehow a better gauge of whether he needed to eat, and decided. "Yes, I could certainly eat. Would you prefer that to drinks?" It didn't quite occur to him that this was a date; his mind had been so far from romance or settling down for the last two years that he rarely entertained it any more. Tracey's jibe about Susan the other day had only set him to worrying for a few hours -- there were far more unpleasant things to which he could put his mind... and he did. Whether Susan considered this a date barely ranked on the list.