"At your service, My Lady. I am Master Ryan Valentine," Ryan said, matching her warm smile with his own. "Would you like to seat yourself, though? You seem to be a bit flustered. Perhaps some tea? I could send a servant, you but need to say the word."<br/><br/>It was, of course, endearing how considerate the man seemed, and on another level a little off-putting as dark memories gnawed at the back of her mind. She didn't let that show through though, or tried not to, but how well could you know what people who made their lives on the pleasure of others did and did not see about the lies of their patrons... however benign the misleading might be? She nodded to him, chocolate hair bobbing with her head. Lorraine was moving toward the seat when she realized she'd not offered a name, and her blush of discomfort was deepened by her error in etiquette, "Oh Heavens, I've forgotten my manners it seems. A pleasure to meet you, Master Valentine. I am Lady Lorraine Stanbury," her words were accompanied with another curtsy, though a shallow one by comparison to the one she'd offered earlier.<em>'What am I doing here...?'</em>The nagging thought wound its way into her mind like a pest as she took the offered seat, resting her parasol beside the chair and arranging her skirts so that they would suffer the least possible wrinkling from her sitting.<br/><br/>The deep shades of green in her clothing made a lovely contrast to her pale skin. With slender, elegant fingers she brushed some stray strands of hair free of her face, and the action seemed to give her an opportunity to regain a bit of her composure and let the blush in her cheeks fade a bit. "Forgive me if I do seem awkward, my lord.. I just.. Never have done something... well, like this before."<em>'And perhaps it would be best if I just left now...'</em>Her awkward embarrassment, however graceful to observe, felt cumbersome and reflected upon Lorraine in a way so as to make her wonder if she hadn't been a bit foolish to come here, to this place. Her light brown eyes turned briefly to the door of the office, but as quickly found Ryan's face again.<em>'And if his very much refined sense of courtesy feels uncomfortable how do I even imagine I can go through with this?'</em>Her expression offered no specific hints at the worries occupying her mind while she waited for Ryan to continue.. Perhaps to offer some guidance.<em>'Is that why I look to him now? It must be, and of course... it makes sense. It's </em>highly<em> unlikely I'm the first person who's wound up wondering what exactly has brought them to the office of such an establishment.'</em>