She'd gone for the title. Interesting, respectful. Though the look on her face did set the tone for the meeting, a smile yes, but polite more than anything else. It would do. "What are you drinking?" he asked to start things off. He might be a man out of his time in a world it had taken him a wish to get used to but he might as well be polite. She was a close friend of Rose after all and while politeness wasn't what he was known for he was capable of it when the need arose.
Plus it gave him a little time to get the measure of her, a fighter ready for action in spite of her profession. In some ways she reminded him of that Saracan that had been part of Hoods gang, the healer girl. Never afraid to say what she thought and ready to defend her friends at any cost. Like Marian. Like Rose too.
"You must excuse me. I've never actually had what I believe has been termed 'The Talk' before, though I'm given to understand better you than her mother. I'm happy though that she has people in her life that care about her enough to be wary of me and my intentions. Though I expect you rather base this on the history you know. Have you watched that ridiculous show? Or just checked up on me? I won't be offended if you have of course. Probably a wise course of action.
And more than he had done for his sister before selling her to be married. Meg had been oh so offended by the very thought of such a thing. But times had been different then, and Isabella had been willful. He expected she'd make out of it okay. He had not expected the outcome of that, but that was a thought for another time. His focus now was Martha Jones. And just what she might expect from him.