Seemed that the few etiquette courses Summer had all but dragged him to when she'd first met the rough and tumble Auror were doing him some good at long last as he smiled at Audrey's kind words.

"Thank you, Mrs. Dupree. You're too kind," he commented with just the right amount of modesty before his brows were lifting at the suggestion she made of hunting. Something he'd never had the chance to do, though he had, more than once considered doing so.

"You should drop by on Saturday, you can ride with my side. We need steady fellows such as yourself, Leathan."

"I'll be here, Sir," he said, his smile, at last, become genuine. "I'm looking forward to it already."

And then Charlotte was taking control and excusing herself and him. He followed her in silence, his eyes taking in the overwhelming granduer of the place before they reached a door and, once he walked through, his brows shot upward as he turned to look at her.

"Your bedroom?"

"This is the one place where the walls don't have ears."

"Ah," he said in simple response even as he was tugging the robes off and tossing them over the back of a chair, his gaze taking in the pristine prefection of the room. "It's not you," he declared after a moment. "It's too stark. Too perfect. Too cold."