The polite gentleman made an impression on the young woman. "You may call me Vera. And you?" her blue eyes sparkle. Her hand is soft and well manicured.<br/><br/>There is another chair where he may sit, and Vera politely indicates, "Please sit and tell me of yourself. This place has refreshments if you desire. I think a decided bend towards warm and comforting."<br/><br/>Her own cup of spiced wine seems to have refilled itself and is steaming on a small table next to her within easy reach. Delicious cookies and other treats appear on the table as well. Vera helps herself to some Baklava, the honeyed treat causing her lips to become smeared with the sweet decadence. She licks it off and smiles.