Home had been the place to learn manners if your mother was the oldest muse, if your aunts were the consorts of every famous mind. If you were raised to honor gods and build their temples, start their cults. His manners had surprised many then, they were maybe just as surprising now when he showed them.
He didn't answer until he'd closed the door after her and climbed in on the other side. He gave the driver a general direction to head, and tried to decide between Greek and Italian. When it came to it, though, he would always choose Greek cooking if he could, and if it was authentic.
"Your home is lovely," He said, watching the monstrosity of it disappear in the back window.