Lord John gladly takes the seat -- and the glass of wine, for that matter. He has it half-raised to his lips to take a sip, and is mostly ignoring whatever Claire is doing with her hair, for that matter, when she goes out of her way to apologize for it. Which -- really?

He raises his one visible eyebrow (really, he has to stop doing that, it hurts the way it pulls at his bad eye) at her from across the room.

"Honestly, my dear," he quips, over the edge of his glass. "At this stage of our acquaintance, there is hardly any need to trouble ourselves with any concerns of impropriety." All Things Considered.