Re: The Secretary/The Crowned
Archie glanced at the glass before him, the slight trace of condensation beginning on the glass, his eyebrow flicking upwards. "I'm not sure we are," he replied. Permission was not sought, nor did he expect it to be delivered by her, or one of the staff members who were trying so very hard to keep everyone calm. Not panicked was wise for such an enclosed situation, keep everyone placated so there was not a mad stampede to leave, crushing all semblance of good behavior beneath new and worn soles alike. Compared to that, what was his little glass.
"Archibald Marlborough. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance Ms Jones-Foley." The scrutiny did not bother, in fact he seemed to still for it, so she might have a better look without his movement interfering. Whatever she saw did appeared to meet her standards, and he finally reached for the glass sitting improperly on the table. "Oh? Is it too forward of me to ask what your employer does? And please, be at ease, I do not find it so forward. I prefer a good conversation to silence, even if it does not stand on the rigors of polite society."