The maid gave a nod and gestured for him to follow. He was led inside the edifice through the side door reserved for servants. She led him through a bustling kitchen, the scent of food was delicious, but it wasn't French cuisine being cooked. She led him through an elegant looking bar which was rather spacious. There were some who were enjoying each others' company. The Madame was a tall, redheaded woman who had certainly paid her dues enough to have taken over during the mutiny that happened after the death of Magnus Carrington. She found herself looking at a pretty face that would woo plenty.

"'Ello, mon petite," she said in her natural accent, not because she knew the young one spoke French or otherwise... And then she pushed it back for her more understandable one to the maid, "Looking for me is he?"

The maid nodded.

The Madame nodded back and flicked her fingers in dismissal of the girl, who nodded again and backed out to go do her thing.

The Madame then looked at him, "You have five minutes to impress upon me who you are and why you are here."