[ Her skeptical look fades just a bit when he compliments her style. But - not that cold is nonsense. It's pride, isn't it? And, she reminds herself, not unreasonable pride. If she had someone insisting they were going to buy her clothes, she'd get prickly. And she's not even all that proud about taking charity. Though she's also lived a life of poverty...What about him? She glances down quickly at his shoes, checking to see their fit, their make, how scuffed-up they are.

Okay. New approach. ]

I live in Heropa, actually. I like to be near the Porter.

[ Honesty. And then: ]

You will let me buy you a drink, at least. I won't stand for you refusing, because this is what I always do - I buy new arrivals drinks so that they feel indebted and bring me coffee later on. It's terribly cunning of me.