Lorraine's gloved hands were resting in her lap now, folded lightly. Her fingers moved as they interlocked and then un-twined, but the motions were relaxed in a way that made them less a felt presence between herself and Master Valentine as she watched and listened to him. "I'm pleased to meet you, Lady Stanbury," his voice was as smooth, surely, as silk, his manners as refined as any noble gentleman's might have been. Briefly Lorraine's thoughts turned to her intended and she found her light brown eyes downcast for the moment or two to follow.<em>'I'm here because of that though... Because our union will do both families good, but will leave him much disappointed as I am now.'</em>A crease was drawn in her brow as she swallowed once and realized she was missing some of what he said.<br/><br/>She brought herself to focus again on the words he spoke. "...Well mannered, well educated, yes. Awkward? Hardly. I had not seen you here before, I admit. And, of course, all of my clients did have a first night here." Hearing this helped Lorraine feel at ease a bit, though logic had demanded that would be the case, and her posture grew further relaxed as he continued, "Some mumble, some brazenly storm in demanding a certain service. I find it refreshing to but converse in a polite manner with a bright person about what this bright person may or may not wish from her visit here."<br/><br/>His hand drew her eye, guided it, to the lady who had fallen silent in the room, but she looked back to Ryan in short time to hear what he would say, "I think I might have an interesting offer for your first visit, My Lady. If I may be so bold..."<em>'Precisely what I'd been hoping for since I've not a clue of what I really want here myself,'</em>her tongue briefly touched her lower lip again as she listened to him. "Perhaps one as educated and intelligent such as yourself would find it pleasurable to have a quiet conversation with the young miss Fiona over there..." Lorraine considered that as her brown eyes lighted on Fiona's face. The implication was, of course, that 'young miss Fiona' was similarly educated and intelligent. Ryan's voice cut back into her thoughts with the slightest touch of suggestive tones, "...in private."<br/><br/>Lorraine drew in a breath as her eyes turned back on Ryan, chocolate curls offering contrast to her pink cheeks, and she fixed her gaze on him.<em>'A.. a woman? But-'</em>The idea hadn't occurred to Lorraine at all, to come to the Teahouse for a woman. After all her motivation was to get past what had happened to her... And yet her mind turned back to the discomfort of only a few moments before. Internal, yes, but present.<em>'Could I really be intimate with a man when I feel like that over simple niceties? With the right man, yes. But am I likely to find him here...? And with a woman I could just talk. She might well understand.. But to pay the price for a woman's time when nothing would come of it... And again, she might be able to teach me a thing or two as a woman of this profession..'</em>Her eyes were on Fiona again, searching now in a friendly sort of curiosity.. Almost the image of someone wondering at the secrets held in the pages of a coveted, but as yet unread, book.<em>'It's worth consider-'</em><br/><br/>Her practical thoughts didn't even have time to fully reach their conclusion before her eyes had swung to Ryan again and she'd nodded subtly, "I think I'd... Like that." She didn't bother with protesting the suggestion that had crept into his smile and so into his voice for this was a house of ill repute. Neither did she let herself really dwell on the decision she'd just made beyond thinking,<em>'My impulses are two for two today.. I hope I'm not making a mistake..'</em>But there was nothing about the elegant figure of Fiona that suggested a mistake might even be a possibility.