She'd been so distracted by the bath and him that she hadn't taken in the rest of her surroundings. It was a sloppy sort of mistake to make, especially in new surroundings. She recognized some of the bottles from her own collections, but most were a mystery and she couldn't quite decide how or what to think of that. She smirked at the thought of the easiest explanation. There was no way a man so meticulous in his clothing and decore could be anything but vain, really. She wouldn't fault him with such results to show for it.

It was the second option that made her feel - what?- curious, perhaps. If she was mentally matching the more attractive vials to other women of Society, it meant nothing.

The hand at her breast was surrendered to him, her focus split between the sudden specter of jealous lovers and the hands pressing into her arm. "If this is your way of telling me they are most often of use to a favorite sister or some relation with a poor sense of boundaries, do warn me now." She mostly managed to keep her smirk at bay.

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