He could nearly hear her thoughts, see them written on her face right after he suggested a female companion. Of course her upbringing and today's society's stance on the matter could be in the way, but Ryan himself did not see the problem, personally. After all, did he not choose his own gender over the opposite for company?<br/><br/><em>"I think I'd... Like that."</em><br/><br/>It caused the smile that was still on his features to broaden. Such elegant yet simple words to come from that inner debate this young woman nearly radiated. And it only grew better when Fiona, with a sense for perfect timing, picked up the conversation.<br/><br/>His gaze flicked up to meet hers and he nodded back at the small inclination of her head.<br/>"Of course, Fiona," he said, then turned his attention back to Lorraine.<br/>"Have a wonderful time, Lady Stanbury. I trust it shall be and shall meet you again in my office to tend to any material matters afterwards.."<br/><br/>He did not stand, nor really acknowledged Fiona any farther. Infact, it nearly seemed he went somewhat blind to both women, giving them a form of privacy that was almost normal in today's world ; he ignored them so they could go their own way, no matter what they wished to do.