"I find the taste quite agreeable, my lady. But not everyone's palette is similar." He said, moving back to look at her properly, rather than where he had stood behind her shoulder. "But if coffee is not to your liking, perhaps I could offer you refreshment more delightful?" He asked, gesturing for one of the staff to come to their table.
A good looking lady, certainly. He still felt a faint tinge of recognition, something that suggested he knew her. “You will forgive me, my lady. My name is Augustus Burnbridge and I am quite sure I have made your acquaintance previously, or perhaps a relative of yourself?”