She smiled warmly at him when he kissed her cheek. Her eyes did a slow perusal over his large frame and back up to his face with obvious delight at the fine figure he cut. "You are looking as fine as wine," she drawled out and touched his face with as much confidence as he had. Then she kissed his cheek as well. The subtle hint of the lilac could be smelled at that proximity, hanging about her like a gentle aura.

Claire walked with him to the hansom and was inside in no time with his help. Once he was in, she said, "How have you been, Quentin?"