Of course she'd realized it wasn't just a random house belonging to someone else, it was not only obvious but she'd never given him reason to think her dimwitted. "Well then." Charles began to guide her towards the front steps, taking them a little slower than he ordinarily would as he had to brace himself for impact with every movement of his left leg in particular.
It felt like scaling a mountain although it was only three steps. If it had been a great many more he suspected he might have broken a sweat which would've been mortifying beyond belief. At some point he wanted to show her the upper floors of the house and although the main staircase was a generous thing with easy, gradual steps there were a great many more of them.
He'd left the door unlocked and was quite glad of it - he hadn't moved staff in yet and he was quite sure he would have fumbled with the key. "Here we are then." He gritted his teeth so he didn't wince as he opened the door. He had to turn away from her to shut it behind them and it was then he stole his opportunity to cringe in pain. He'd have used his wand for such things but he'd seen for himself that he had a subtle tremor that was made quite obvious when he held his wand. "You'll have to forgive the state of it," the 'state' of it being minimally furnished, "it's had a deep clean, fresh paint, and some of the furnishings have been installed, but what it really needs is..." He looked to her with certainty that she knew what he was about to say. "A feminine touch."
It felt like scaling a mountain although it was only three steps. If it had been a great many more he suspected he might have broken a sweat which would've been mortifying beyond belief. At some point he wanted to show her the upper floors of the house and although the main staircase was a generous thing with easy, gradual steps there were a great many more of them.
He'd left the door unlocked and was quite glad of it - he hadn't moved staff in yet and he was quite sure he would have fumbled with the key. "Here we are then." He gritted his teeth so he didn't wince as he opened the door. He had to turn away from her to shut it behind them and it was then he stole his opportunity to cringe in pain. He'd have used his wand for such things but he'd seen for himself that he had a subtle tremor that was made quite obvious when he held his wand. "You'll have to forgive the state of it," the 'state' of it being minimally furnished, "it's had a deep clean, fresh paint, and some of the furnishings have been installed, but what it really needs is..." He looked to her with certainty that she knew what he was about to say. "A feminine touch."
