<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/dorian-gray2.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler talks to Irina</strong><br/><br/>Working through his second cigar, Tyler began to think he had the wrong day. Well of course he hadn’t but he had been alone for some time. When he heard voices from the hallway, he hoped it was Rowena. He was a little disappointed but he soon put on pleasantries when who it was entered the room and spoke to him. Rowena he hoped would be here soon enough. In the meantime he saw no harm in talking with the new face. After killing his cigar in the ash tray, to his side, he took a sip of his wine, which was quite warm by this point.<br/><br/>He focused on her for a few moments and judging by the way she was dressed and indeed how she presented herself made Tyler think that she had to be of good breeding or just lucky. In fact wasn’t that the same thing nowadays, he considered. She seemed in her 20's but Tyler was never very good with age. Petite yes but not in an impropriate way in fact her figure intrigued him for a moment. Was she naturally shapely or was that the result of the corset. As his eyes moved from her chest to her head her blue eyes caught his attention before moving on to her elaborately style black hair, which emphasized her pale skin beautifully.<br/><br/>So that she could sit, he stood from his chair after placing down the wine glass, which was within seconds being refilled as he stood. He returned in kind with a nod and smiled before speaking “And a good afternoon to you too. The name’s Harrington, Major Tyler Harrington and what my dear should I call you?” He waited for a moment and suggesting for her to join him in the chair opposite his “Please sit as this chair by all accounts has a good view of the gardens and perhaps while we wait we could ‘chew the fat’, so to speak.”<br/>