"If you require it of me, Vivian, I shall even divert my eyes." He said, smiling still as he made his way towards her bed, familiar at least where that was in her rooms, the tissue-wrapped package still carefully kept under one arm. It was then, turning his head slightly as she changed (although not completely, just enough not to be watching like a peeping Tom but enough to see the movements of her graceful figure) that he noticed the state of the rooms themselves. Vivian deserved better, he knew it, believed it whole-heartedly, but Vivian never seemed desperate to leave, to move somewhere that she would be happier, safer. There were plenty of break-ins, muggings, murders in this area, and he did not want Viv to be a victim of any of them.
"Finished, my dear?" He asked, glancing back to her.