Thérèse didn't like this atmosphere now, and she turned to him, swallowing softly. "No, I should like to have dinner with you. You are one of my few comforts nowadays." She gave him a gentle smile, hoping to dispell the awkward sadness. She sighed, reaching over to take his hand again. "I hope you don't mind my lack of proper dinner attire. I'm afraid my best dresses are left to the wolves."