She would tell him at some point, but first she had to be a good hostess, after all she didn't want him to think that she was surprised or put off by his appearance. She was not. There was nothing wrong with how he looked, not in the world she was raised to be a part of. "May I take your coat?" she asked politely.
When he offered his hand she smiled, the etiquette was a bit off but it was at least an attempt and she was gracious enough to accept attempts as being above and beyond the norm. Her own hand slid gently into it, ungloved for it was an informal event. "You are kind for choosing to join me. I hope lunch is to your satisfaction." Her cheeks pinked when he touched lips to hand, she could not help it, reactins to antiquated gestures she found entirely proper and chivalrous tended to be strong within her. "It is.. surprising." she reached up and touched a lock of her hair. "That we are color coordinated. I wonder if it wad done apurpose."