That was good to hear at least. The last thing she wanted was to have to deal with was the man’s wife. In her experience the older they were the more attention they paid to their husbands around young ladies, and Beth was not terribly good at portraying innocence.
She took a sip of her drink, smiling over it at Sergius. “And you look so terribly handsome, my Lord.” She said, affecting a slight lilt to her tone that might to the untrained English ear suggest France – and go on to suggest passion, despair and death if it was allowed to run away with itself.