The young Lady Bartok started and turned sharply to see the owner of the new voice, eyes a little wide. "Oh!"
Her eyes flickered over him, sizing him up. Likely a noble, attractive- and he obviously knew it- with an odd birthmark around his eye. Notable, even if she didn't recognize it.
Smiling politely, she dipped her head to him and demurred, "Well, that's incredibly kind of you, but I wouldn't feel right taking advantage." Hoping to smooth the situation, in case her deferment had offended him, she added quickly, "We'd be happy to join you for lunch though, if you'd like." She glanced at Ginger with a brief, apologetic look. Sorry.
Faryn approached behind the small familiar, a silent, hulking shadow. "Hey there," he rumbled, voice deep and soft- intended to scare, because honestly it was a power trip.