[ In all honesty, he's used to his brilliant smile setting people on their back foot as a rule. Her change of pace and attitude is; refreshing, as is another British accent. The smile reaches a little further into his dark eyes as he takes her hand and returns a firm, polite shake. ]
You're too kind. I'll blame it on the lack of a proper tea. [ Look at the pair off them, stiff British upper lip to the maximum.
Releasing her hand, he understands the importance of a handshake that does not go on too long, after all, Lockwood steps back and folds his hands behind his back. An orphan at six he may have been, but somewhere along the line he's been instilled with very traditional, if old fashion even, manners. ]
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You're too kind. I'll blame it on the lack of a proper tea. [ Look at the pair off them, stiff British upper lip to the maximum.
Releasing her hand, he understands the importance of a handshake that does not go on too long, after all, Lockwood steps back and folds his hands behind his back. An orphan at six he may have been, but somewhere along the line he's been instilled with very traditional, if old fashion even, manners. ]
People usually call me Lockwood.