He unlocked the door which led into the back store room, a room, if it were possible, even more crammed with ancient relics than the front room of the shop. He glanced around, and then smiled at her embarrassedly. "I thought there would be somewhere for us to sit but it appears not." He explained, before picking his way across that room towards the kitchen, surprisingly keen and unused. "Madam Smith comes to clean every other day; I do not let her clean the antiques, but she keeps the rest of the house spotless." Théo explains, gesturing her into one of the beautiful old chairs surrounding the table, furniture he had managed to salvage from their own family home in Paris.
"Your husband?" He asked, concerned. "I was going to ask, what does he think about this English lord." He moves towards her, unsure of how to react, or what to say, but fearing the worst.