Winston enjoyed the oddness, truly. It was a fresh breath of air compared to board rooms and mergers and such. He enjoyed those too, mind you, but still. He grinned at her, eyebrows rising.
Winston met her hand and her greeting with his own, finding it amusing a he nodded to her. "Winston Frost, at your service." He nodded, eyes warm. He admired her balance, and her form.
What, he was married not dead! And that was part of his marriage's rules. He was allowed to look all he wanted, just as his wife was. "Nice little store, huh?"