It does seem rather impolite to send him away when he has taken the trouble to find her, to deliver this letter himself rather than attempt to send it through a courier, and she won't pretend that she harbors more than a bit of curiosity about him now that she's learned the true face of the man behind the beast.

So she steps back, further into the house; it is a decadent, sprawling property with signs of wealth everywhere, though most of the furnishings had been installed to Dorian's tastes rather than her own. The only room that really holds vestiges of her own personality is her bedroom, but she won't elect to lead him there, instead diverting towards the sitting room where she gestures for him to sit.

"Please, make yourself comfortable. I'll go and ready the tea, and — " He is still rather tall, she notes, with a brief parting of her lips that perhaps belies her fascination with his bearing, before she lowers her gaze deferentially. "It will only be but a moment."