He watched her curiously for a moment, the glass twirling in his hand. His eyebrows traveled up. Then his face relaxed and he took a sip of his wine. "Well, then you must either be modest or blind. You're a pretty girl, and you best know it too, for your own good. Those same gentlemen that treated you with niceties and respect when you were a lady, would treat you with far less respectful intentions now that you are a working girl." Perhaps it was too forward, but Pippa seemed like a very sheltered girl, and it would be crueler not to warn her. He had witnessed how some very respectable and gentlemanly classmates at university would go slumming to get their 'meat', and once they knocked a poor girl up, they would pretend they didn't know her and wouldn't care if she ended up in the workhouse.