As soon as the blush blossomed once more across Mona's cheeks, Kit's smile slipped into a smirk. He was more than satisfied with himself, looking very much like a particularly greedy cat who had received a saucer of the best cream, and he allowed himself a few moments more to take in the sight of her face before averting his eyes.
"Fate," he said, nodding shortly. "As for being terrible at meeting people, I think you're doing a fine job of things. You aren't your sisters, that much is true, but I've already met them and so I'm pleased to be meeting you now."
Setting his cup down, Kit reached across the table and held out his hand. Although they had already introduced themselves, he figured that doing so again now that they were a little more comfortable with one another would lighten the mood even more. "Miss Mona Kemp," he said, putting on a posh accent that didn't suit him at all. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintence. Mr Christopher Turner, at your service. Though please, for the love of all things both holy and not, call me Kit."