Quentin smiled toward her, and his head nodded to say 'well done'. "A little less interesting than I'd normally expect... " He plucked at the fabric, positioning it before smoothing it down over her stomach, patting the same spot and finally withdrawing.<br/><br/>"But for your father it is suitable. Go downstairs and wait for him. When he arrives bring him up to the dining room and come to fetch me." Quentin was talking into his wardrobe, while rifling through options of his own. "You'll have a few minutes alone, make them count. Go on."<br/><br/>He was still changing when she slipped from the room.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>