Marguerite blinked owlishly at him, as if she hadn't just said a technical yes. But, she had, and now she had to deal with what that meant. Agreeing to a time, choosing proper outfits which meant shopping, and expectations to be met. Did he expect...?
She sighed, heavily, and opened her clutch purse. A tiny bit of parchment was torn off the bit she had tucked away and she circled around him to use his back to write on the parchment.
Then she turned him around and handed him that bit of parchment, lips pursing.
"What I do expect is probably something you won't be able to meet, but no worries. I will give you a chance. Until then, Irving."