Terrence was admittedly unprepared for the crack of Apparation, even though he had figured that Ella would be showing up sooner or later. He was in the middle of a bite of pizza, which he promptly forgot about as soon as he laid eyes on her, and swallowed before he had strictly finished chewing, setting the half-eaten slice aside. A grin spread over his face as his eyes focused on her, darkening at the sight of her.
It was funny how she was smaller than he'd even remembered, when he'd been thinking about her. And gorgeous, fuck, wearing just enough to accentuate her nakedness. A sword and leather boots - only about a million times better than the sexiest knickers. He had been going for nearly indecent with all of his clothes nearly undone, but she had definitely beaten him in that regard. Not that he was complaining at all.
"Bonjour," he said, lifting a hand to adjust his monocle, and then his hat. His eyes moved over her, and he got to his feet. "Bon voyage, mademoiselle Mad Morgan?" That was actually half-decent French, which was better than he'd managed the first night he'd gone out in this garb. At least, they were real French words, though he doubted his grammar was perfect. Without thinking, he added, "Fucking hell, Ella."