"Forgive me for expecting any less of you," she murmured, heart still lodged firmly in her throat. It wasn't so much the thought of a man in her house as the thought of him, in particular. Marguerite liked things in their place and this should should have been prepared for, at least mentally.
"I had quite... put you out of my mind in the hours since we spoke." A smile made it to her lips, heart rate slowly recovering its dull rhythm in her chest. What arrogance he possessed! It was plain by his posture that he thought nothing of invading her home like this. She supposed she should find that rude. "When you said surprise, I expected something less frightening and somewhat more...enchanting. This is very clandestine of you. Is it how you usually do business?"