Everything about her was charming. Feminine, correct and slightly old-worldly. Quaint. Almost as a costumer might portray warmheartedness.

"Her allure stirred me to examine my enchantress as closely as she examined me. I plumbed the depth of her brilliant blue eyes. I nosed rose with jasmine notes. I savoured the faint ripples of strawberry in the cream of her hair. And I chuckled at the pinafore apron she wore instead of a tunic. It was white as snow, yet the polar opposite of clinical. For a moment I thought it might be her sympathetic hearing aids, but in the end it wasn't even that. It wasn't something about her. It was her. She was the sort of wonderful an east wind might blow into the life of someone who needed her."