A person always hears about mythical good looking priests. Most of the time, you never really saw one, Madison thought. She sure never had. And yet, like an extremely religious unicorn, here he was. Tall, handsome, good hair, nice posture. Madison managed to school her expression into a merely pleasant one, a nice, peaceful smile as she took his hand in hers and shook it. She squeezed his hand slightly before releasing slowly.
He had jokes, too. Delightful. Madison chuckled lightly, almost coquettishly, taking one step down and looking back up at him. "Such keen, long-lasting correspondence makes me feel like I knew you before I met you. It's nice to reestablish proper order to things." She urged him to come with her with a headtilt towards the stairs, and continued down. "At first sight this place looks like a very exclusive, very luxurious timeshare. The kitchen is enormous and extremely well stocked. Anything you could possibly want. What are you into, Jim?"
Stopping as they reached the ground floor, Madison looked up at him, eyes wide. "I can call you Jim, right? Or do I need to call you Father?" Part of her wanted to add or perhaps daddy just to see his reaction, but it was too soon. She wouldn't want to scare the unspoiled after all.