<em>'Hm'</em>Florence felt more at ease now they'd seen the sketches. The questionable nature of her scarring didn't seem to bother Ryan in the least, and that meant she likely had less to worry about here. Though they still offered him ammunition of a sort if she managed to piss him off somehow. Dancing in the social circles of nobility meant keeping a certain reputation. It was one thing to be disliked by the women for being a bit too 'lewd' for their tastes, and quite another to be exposed as a woman with a past like hers. Florence inclined her head slightly when the Master of the House looked at her wearing the slight grin she'd now caught sight of once or twice. Her gesture was almost that of confirming a secret - which, in a very real way, she was.<br/><br/>Master Ryan and Nicholas spoke briefly before her escort extended his hand to her again, and Florence lightly took it, all the grace of a lady behind her movements... Or perhaps all the grace of something just a bit more deadly. She rose to her feet and offered her companion a warm smile, "This should be fun, Nicholas." Her blue eyes shone from the light-hearted mood she'd so easily found before entering the Teahouse earlier that day, all of her own subsequent preoccupations seeming to be left in the chair she no longer occupied. She waited for Nicholas to lead her, as was proper, but Florence had a feeling Master Ryan would wish to guide them through his establishment. When they did exit the room she gave a nod of her head to Atticus and murmured a soft, "Thank you."