[John will always be a little old-fashioned in his manners and his ways, but there isn’t necessarily anything wrong with that. He was born and raised to be a gentleman, and he has never heard anyone complain they did not appreciate his manners.

He gladly accepts the embrace that is offered, glad for her company. Glad to see her in person, if only incorporeally.]

I cannot even begin to pretend I understand why. Though I am grateful you are here. Won’t you come and join me by the fire, my dear.

[He gestures down the hallway, toward the room he has prepared for them to sit in.]