Christopher had spent the past few hours checking that he knew precisely what to ask and how to ask it. Business with Thérèse was not going to be pleasant in the future and it was best he go about finding what she knew and who she was sooner than later. He doubted very much that she was a threat to the French society - her only crime was not paying enough attention to her husband when he lived, or so she'd have him believed. But appearances could be deceiving, something Christopher had learnt many years ago.
The table was set, his other guests having vacated a while before on his request. This was to be a silent and uninterrupted affair so she would feel safe. Lord knew how long... but Christopher had to get right to the point. Charlot had wanted to attend but Thérèse didn't know him all that well and might be put off by his presence.
At the sound of her voice Christopher jumped and spun around; he was wearing his best suit, his hair combed nicely and his face fresh. With a smile he gestured to the table. "Of course."