"Oh, I'm sure you're very chivalrous," Sera said, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes — his reputation preceded him. But she would take the glasses, and obviously his lack of chivalry did not particularly matter to her, because — here she was, having lost at croquet.

She considered their meeting place. "There's a study on the third floor — second door on the left when you head up the stairs," she said. She'd seen it, when she and Henry were moving into the room at the back of the hall for the weekend. "If that is acceptable to you?"