Inviting a pretty woman over was relatively on brand for Locklyn MacCoinnich even if he hadn't been doing so as much since... Cecilia. What hadn't been on brand was having a woman basically feel him up in his office. Normally he tried to keep his work-time flirting to a surface level. Not bring her home level. Well, not that he was complaining. Still, as much as they'd both seemed into their... whatever it was the other day in his office, Locklyn had been a bit surprised with Miss Whitby had actually accepted his invitation. It hadn't been exactly... proper. Then again, their meeting in his office hadn't been proper either so maybe he shouldn't have been so surprised.

Her owl had arrived a little bit ago and he'd sent his staff home for the evening, figuring she'd appreciate not having eyes everywhere watching. It was surprisingly easy to picture her in his home. Blonde hair loosened from it's styling were he could run his fingers through it. It was bit harder to imagine what she'd wear when he'd only ever seen her in her healer robes. She wasn't rich, he could tell that, so it wouldn't be silks she showed up in. Something more basic. She didn't strike him as one for bold patterns but maybe a jewel tone? Ohhh she would look stunning in a maroon.

It really wasn't all that long of a wait (even if it felt like it) to he heard the whish of the floo and a familiar voice called his name. "Miss Whitby, " he returned,  the words accompanied by a slow, leasure grin. Teal, not maroon. And it looked even better. And - not that he would admit it - it pleased him she matched his own navy suit. "You look stunning. That color suits you. Now I believe I'm owed an answer (unless you really are just going to be a tease?) and I owe you a cup of tea?" He gestured to the couches and side tables (where sat and ever warm charmed tea pot left by the maid before she left) to the side of the fireplace, hand lightly grazing her back in a directing touch.