Thank you. [When he hands her the glass, she takes a moment before bringing it to her lips and taking a hefty drink of it. Despite the subtle burn down her throat, she lets herself try and arrange the words she wants to say.]

No, I know. It isn’t that. [Eloise uses words in a precise and exact manner, so to not be well educated in a subject makes her a little more flustered than normal.

She stops and turns in toward him, one hand out as she talks.]

It is that I think of you. I mean that I think highly of you and your opinion. And I do not often care of others opinions, but I find myself thinking and wondering on what you would think of things. [That is a very ill executed way of saying she likes him. Which only makes her more nervous.]

I came to the city with no knowledge on the subject and even less experience. I have gained some in both, but no—- I have not fully committed myself to it, yet.

[After all it is kind of a lot to go from literally nothing to being dropped in a city so determined on it. Though he knows enough about her now to know that she gets herself so close to something before stopping, but in the cases of the others she has been with, it is just missing something enough for her to want to go all the way. Though she has been content with exploring and learning what she has.]

You know enough about me now that I do not like not knowing something.