Mr. Prewett's reaction was not what Malou had expected. Her eyes grew wide in surprise and her lips pressed together forming a surprised smile. "No, indeed, you are not." There was nothing planned for her afternoon as it was, but Mrs. Bagshot had warned Malou time and again to never say that to a gentleman, whether he was a caller or not. It simply did not do to be seen as not sought after. Although Malou was quite certain that by this point in her twenty five years it was well assumed that she was indeed not sought after, enough so that most people hardly even remember her among society. Which was something that suited Malou just fine. She had never been one for attention anyway.

He would be [i]honored[i/]? Again Mr. Prewett surprised her. Honored meant he actually wanted to spend his time with her and he was such a busy man, a well respected man, a man that was sought after that it almost seemed a farce to her. But the very thought of it made Malou feel light. "I should very much like that." She agreed, her mind surprised that he thought to include a chaperon. Mrs. Bagshot wasn't home who would be able to serve. It was then she realized that this was also something a proper young lady might think to see too, but more often then not Malou lived on her own without a need for a chaperon. At work there was always a nurse or another healer around so that it was not needed either. But here, yes, here it was needed.

She glanced toward the door and realized that one of Mrs. Bagshot's maids had slipped into the room at some point. Likely when Mr. Prewett had arrived. Malou gave her a soft smile and a nod which the maid replied to with her own curtsey. Malou took that as the girl would be able to serve as a chaperon. It felt odd to use one of Mrs. Bagshot's staff for such a purpose, but Malou supposed that Mrs. Bagshot had likely made it known that they should treat her as family and as such to serve such a purpose for her.