The Marquis that came to Giselle's door was not the same was the one that had escorted her home a week prior. He is younger, firstly, with soft cherubic features and a fine frame -- but with the same puckishly glinting eyes. His clothing does not fit quite as well -- but he's been careful on his part to choose pieces that do not show it so much. The suit is cleaned and pressed. His hair, a much, much lighter blonde than it is in his older age, is neatly washed and tied back in a tail. He looks like he's ready to conquer.

And so he begins, first with a disarming smile when she comes to the door. He bows at the waist, taking her hand and kissing the back of it genially.

"Mademoiselle..."