"We're hardly alone, madam. And if we're going to be together, it might be prudent to ensure we're not working at cross-purposes. If nothing else."

He really is an enigma to look at. He speaks with courtesy, and hides behind those glasses, but it would be a mistake to take his broad form for soft weakness. There's muscle under that tunic, and callouses on those hands. And as he notices her watching him, there's no inclination to either hide from her appraising gaze or show himself off like a peacock.

He's curious what she'll make of him.