"Morley joined them, and after a long, uncomfortable moment, Mrs. Grant decided to ignore his presence. The guards didn't. Their knuckles were white on their weapons. May I assist?" he asked, and put his hands behind his back. "I promise not to eat anyone." Very funny," Mrs. Grant said. Morley gave her a grave look. I wasn't joking, dear lady," he said. "I do promise. And I never make a promise I don't intend to keep. You should feel quite secure." Well, I'm sorry, I don't," she said. "You're just--" Too overwhelmingly dashing and attractive?" Morley grinned. "A common problem women face with me. It'll pass. You seem like the no-nonsense sort. I like that." Claire smiled at the look on Mrs. Grant's face, reflected in the white LED light of the lantern she was holding. You are really--odd," the older woman said, as if she couldn't quite believe she was even having the conversation."