Though the lady was quite obviously younger than he, Enzo felt an immediate sense of being judged as she regarded him. His brow furrowed as she stood, that sense of judgement only increasing as she approached. He caught himself standing a bit straighter as she circled him, and had to stop himself from smoothing the fabric of his waistcoat. What in the hells was this woman up to?
After making her circle, she offered her hand a moment before her name. Enzo was mid way to taking her hand out of sheer habit when recognition finally hit. Icarius? His pause was barely perceptible before he clasped her fingers gently and dipped his head over her hand. "Miss Icarius." he said, then released her hand as he furthered the bow just slightly more before rising. "I am your humble servant. Please," he gestured toward the couch which was also positioned near the brass stove, then glanced back at his desk and the doorknob, "...continue to make yourself comfortable. May I offer you a drink?"
Bewildered, he turned to the sideboard in the corner of the office to pour himself a drink, if not them both. He used the time to sort through his thoughts. It was no wonder he didn't recognize her. Enzo knew her name, but not her face. The girl, for that was what his mind conjured of her, had disappeared into education. Iovita was more Enzo's contemporary, but they had no love for Enzo or House Pavus. Indeed, they'd all but shunned him. And the younger one, Enzo could not think of his name, was politely not talked about these days. No, Enzo had very little crossover with House Icarius for some time. So what, then, could this Isabeau be doing here?
"I have whiskey and brandy here." And without an escort? "But I can send for something else, if you would prefer." And how did she get up here? He turned around, offering a smile. He'd need to have a word with Aquila later.
@Isabeau Icarius
After making her circle, she offered her hand a moment before her name. Enzo was mid way to taking her hand out of sheer habit when recognition finally hit. Icarius? His pause was barely perceptible before he clasped her fingers gently and dipped his head over her hand. "Miss Icarius." he said, then released her hand as he furthered the bow just slightly more before rising. "I am your humble servant. Please," he gestured toward the couch which was also positioned near the brass stove, then glanced back at his desk and the doorknob, "...continue to make yourself comfortable. May I offer you a drink?"
Bewildered, he turned to the sideboard in the corner of the office to pour himself a drink, if not them both. He used the time to sort through his thoughts. It was no wonder he didn't recognize her. Enzo knew her name, but not her face. The girl, for that was what his mind conjured of her, had disappeared into education. Iovita was more Enzo's contemporary, but they had no love for Enzo or House Pavus. Indeed, they'd all but shunned him. And the younger one, Enzo could not think of his name, was politely not talked about these days. No, Enzo had very little crossover with House Icarius for some time. So what, then, could this Isabeau be doing here?
"I have whiskey and brandy here." And without an escort? "But I can send for something else, if you would prefer." And how did she get up here? He turned around, offering a smile. He'd need to have a word with Aquila later.
@Isabeau Icarius
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