Re: Foot of the stairs: Burden/Audrey
Burden, he'd encountered all manner of folk in his life. He wasn't shy any, and it would be hard to do his job if he was, but he knew plenty of folks were plenty shy. Younger women, he'd specifically noticed, had themselves a tendency to blush and duck their heads. But he just watched her going red and pink, and he ultimately stood. Feet on the ground, stair at his back, he held out a hand for her to shake his; he reckoned the greeting might be soothing some. "Thanks for inviting me, Audrey," he said, polite and like he hadn't noticed her shifting shades of pink any. His smile was warm, soothing, and his demeanor was another one of them things that made him real good at what he did. Talking to the congregation or putting marks at ease, he was good at seeming harmless and reassuring. His voice, though heavily accented, was also oddly calming, or so he'd always been told. A gift, that's what the woman on the island had called it, the ones who believed strong, and he was always willing to be grateful for the gifts God had given him.
"It looks real pretty," he said honestly of the space, the house, and the spread of food laid out artful. And then he looked down at his costume, smiled at it, and grinned back up at her. "What gave me away?" he asked. "The costume or the accent?" He reckoned it could be both, but more likely the accent. There weren't a lot of folks from the deep South out this way, at least not that he'd encountered. As for the people gathered here, there wasn't a one he recognized. He glanced around as they stood there, and then he returned his attention to her. "You know a whole lot of folks in town," he commented. He reckoned that to be a good sign, since folks tended to gravitate toward those who were kind.
He leaned an elbow on the baluster at the end of the stairs. "Are you planning on telling me about inventions now?" he asked, hearkening back to the comment before all that red blushing started.