"Selene please." Selene says with a smile as she motions for the quieter woman to take a seat. "Very soon, my dear we'll be relying upon one another to keep each other alive. And I can promise you, our collective skin is NOT the concern of one Alexander Bruce Bielaski. Would you like a sherry my dear, or would something like what we're having be more to your tastes?" She asks as she stands by her hidden bar.<br/><br/>"And there was no need to be so formally dressed as this is a small private dinner." Selene gestures to her own very 'casual' manner of dress. "I'm sorry I failed to make that clear."