As he was led to the sitting room, Faustus looked around, noting his surprise at the confirmation of Miss Skovgaard's residence. Though it wasn't uncommon to see Upper-Class women take on jobs such as healing, he supposed that he'd been more expecting her to have a more modest abode. That was neither here nor there, though, and he made his way through the hallway led by the butler. As soon as he was announced, he nodded his thanks and walked through.

"Mrs. Bagshot." He said, bowing formally. "Thank you for being so kind as to invite me today." While he spoke first to the woman who had so graciously decided to host, his gaze went to rest on Miss Skovgaard who looked rather stunned as she sat on the sofa. Immediately, Faustus felt rather guilty, feeling as if he'd pushed a meeting on her that she did not expect, for he'd assumed Mrs. Bagshot would have told her charge of his intending to call upon her.

"Good day, Miss Skovgaard," he replied, sending her a kind smile as Mrs. Bagshot stated tea would be ready soon. He broke Miss Skovgaard's gaze to nod thankfully at the hostess. "I think I should like that very much," He said, before pausing and addressing Miss Skovgaard. "That is, if you don't mind too much. I'm afraid my arrival seems rather a shock, do forgive me."

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