His expression sobered slightly. So she hadn't been expecting any sort of company. There was a prick of disappointment that he felt, though still kept the smile on his face as he accepted the invitation to sit down. Sitting next to her seemed entirely too forward, so he settled for sitting across from her just as Mr. Bagshot entered the room. He shot a glance at both Mr. and Mrs. Bagshot as they made their excuses and confined themselves to the corner of the room next to a rather elegant-looking piano.
At this, Faustus couldn't help but hide a laugh. Were his mother there to plot with them, they'd make quite a trio. Though his mother and Hermione Longbottom certainly made up for most of the interfering and plotting that occurred throughout his life; he hardly needed more.
Setting down his hat and gloves beside him, Faustus turned to Miss Skovgaard once again with an expression of mingled apology and concern as he took her in for the first time since the Sanditon Resort disaster. She looked in good health, if not perhaps a bit tired, though they'd already established he was far from a proper healer to be assuming such things. "I apologize about my arrival," he began, his voice quiet, though Merlin only knew Mr. and Mrs. Bagshot were already chatting so animatedly amongst themselves that he would be surprised if they heard him speak. "Only I was hoping to make sure you were alright after our - after the Sanditon." He faltered slightly, before recovering and sitting forward, his fingers laced in front of him.
At this, Faustus couldn't help but hide a laugh. Were his mother there to plot with them, they'd make quite a trio. Though his mother and Hermione Longbottom certainly made up for most of the interfering and plotting that occurred throughout his life; he hardly needed more.
Setting down his hat and gloves beside him, Faustus turned to Miss Skovgaard once again with an expression of mingled apology and concern as he took her in for the first time since the Sanditon Resort disaster. She looked in good health, if not perhaps a bit tired, though they'd already established he was far from a proper healer to be assuming such things. "I apologize about my arrival," he began, his voice quiet, though Merlin only knew Mr. and Mrs. Bagshot were already chatting so animatedly amongst themselves that he would be surprised if they heard him speak. "Only I was hoping to make sure you were alright after our - after the Sanditon." He faltered slightly, before recovering and sitting forward, his fingers laced in front of him.