"I never make guesses. Too much room for error." But he smiled a bit wider, and shook her hand firmly. "What's your poison, love?" New York bred, but too many years of extensive travel as a child had left a certain unidentifiable affectation in his accent. "I've a lovely Pinot Noir, if you enjoy the reds. And there's always coffee, of course." Even if he did have many other offerings, he was rather taken by the sweet smile in her youthful face. His greatest vice.
Ushering her inside, enjoying taking in the view of her passing figure, he adjusted his vest and gestured to the sprawling apartment before them. "Make yourself comfortable. And if I haven't already said so, it's a true pleasure to meet you."