Braze moved to jot down a few notes from his conversation with
Eloise Dinn
, setting aside a date in his planner for later review. Once he had finished with the tall, severe beauty that was Eloise, he offered a small bow of his head to the new arrival who had nearly seemed to slither into the shop.
"Please, feel free to look around. Any of my assistants would be happy to answer your questions."
There were, in fact, three of them present for the grand opening, meant to help keep the flow of guests from bottlenecking around him.
He turned then to give his attention to
Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory
.
"Ah… yes, of course, we do."
Braze guided her toward one of the display sections where several swatches had been arranged for guests to see, touch, and compare at their leisure. Nearby stood a full kiosk with catalogued variations of patterns, finishes, and specialty effects available for custom orders, each sample laid out with almost ceremonial neatness for the day.
"If anything catches your eye, do make note of it. A fabric, a finish, or even a nice pattern or color pallet… whatever speaks to you. It will make narrowing your preferences much easier once we begin discussing design."
He left her there with a courteous incline of his head, intending to give her a moment to familiarize herself with the selection. As he glanced toward Juniper to see how she was faring with the gentleman who had arrived earlier, he paused taking in the view for all it's worth.
Corvo Anattolius
, having doffed his shirt, proved far more distracting than Braze had anticipated.
He swallowed once, blinked rather quickly as white lashes fluttered for a moment or two, then drew in a steadying breath and let it out before crossing the floor making a b-line for the man with a look of purpose about him.
"Pardon me… I shall take it from here, Juniper. Thank you." He offered lightly, accepting the measuring tape from her hand.
"Would you please see to our guest, Amalia? I believe she may appreciate your assistance." Juniper excused herself and moved off to tend to Amalia offering Corvo a finger wiggling wave of good bye.
Once she had left them Braze turned his full attention to Corvo looking up at the man with that cool green gaze.
"While the view is, admittedly, quite arresting, I must insist we continue in one of the private fitting rooms, sir. It allows for a more proper fitting, and ensures the comfort of the other guests as well." There was the faintest trace of strain in how carefully he held himself when speaking to the man in a polite manner.
"This way, if you please." He said drawing back a dark velvet black curtain and gesturing that Corvo should enter first.