[He smiles, bowing slightly once he steps inside. A small gesture of deference to the professional, despite his standing. Polite etiquette drives him to take a small piece of shortbread, even if he's rather certain that he would be more likely to be sick than hungry. Hardly the first time he's taken food he has no interest in for the sake of politeness.
He settles himself into an armchair, something that looks firm enough that he won't sink back into it, instead perching at it's edge, ankles crossed neatly, back perfectly straight.]
Thank you for agreeing to see me, sir. Marianne spoke highly of you and... I fear with her absence I am... I suppose a bit lost, myself.
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Date: 2021-10-23 06:25 pm (UTC)He settles himself into an armchair, something that looks firm enough that he won't sink back into it, instead perching at it's edge, ankles crossed neatly, back perfectly straight.]
Thank you for agreeing to see me, sir. Marianne spoke highly of you and... I fear with her absence I am... I suppose a bit lost, myself.