He took her hand carefully, although not to shake, and bowed his head to press his lips gently against the soft skin, "The most pleasant deal I have ever made." He says, gently releasing her hand.
"I have to be invaluable, and interesting, Lady Gwendolyn, otherwise I would not be invited to your Salon. And, less importantly, I would be out of work." He smiles, and gestures at the scone, "Will you not join me? It would be rude if I ate but my hostess did not." He explains.
"My dear Lady Gwendolyn!" He says, voice shocked, although he smiles slightly, "What a horrible suggestion. A gentleman would never let a beautiful woman slip." He shakes his head, as if to rid himself of the idea. "Tell me about India. I must have met your father, perhaps... five years ago? Were you still in India at that point?"