She hung back and watched him, knowing almost instantly that he had no idea what he was doing. However, she could wait until he decided that he wanted help, and once he did, she gave an airy sigh and plucked the cravat from his fingers. He seemed to like this, so she could build around it.

"Do you have any objection to wearing black, Marshall, dear?" she asked. "And I must point out that wearing a black suit is not quite the same as wearing a black t-shirt."