His brows raised. She spoke of not rushing things, yet there she was sending notes to strangers with the hopes they'd come to see her, and like a dummy, he had fallen into her trap. Of course, that part was the farthest from his mind and he was there out of curiosity more than anything. He couldn't help but wonder why she had summoned him so prettily to her side out of nowhere. Thorne peered at her as he wondered what she was up to.

"Alright then," he rumbled and escorted her toward the nearest inn for refreshments. And she was without a chaperone, which meant he was playing with fire. Perhaps that intrigued him a little, as up until now, he had lived a boring life. No amount of adventuring could satisfy the young man.

He would just have to be careful was all. The Carringtons were a cunning lot.

He pulled out a chair for her to seat herself, waited until she sat before following suit. His eyes moved to the waiter as he approached and he said, "We shall have tea, please, to start, and would like to see your menu if you'd please." He was very polite as he spoke, giving her the opportunity to order for herself because he was not the type of man to dictate how a woman chose to eat. In fact, he was interested to see just how she did, if she was dainty and annoying like a little bird pecking at her food, or if she ate like a normal person.

He wouldn't say anything about that though.