He was well dressed, she had to give him that, and she could approve. Better dressed than what she was used to from anywhere here.

If that was how he dressed, then perhaps she wouldn't loath living with him. Someone she could talk to. Or at least that was what she reasoned, but in the end what truly swayed her was the bottle of wine and just how otherwise -- dare she say it -- charming he was, in his own way. At least nice enough to look at when there was no one else in the end. "I should be delighted to." She turned back to her room, looking at her sewing for a moment then back to him. "If you may excuse me a moment, sir, I'll be out in a minute?"

Because if she was going to sit and drink with someone, she was needed to be more properly attired then.