A charming little distraction presented himself after ruining her favorite pair of t-bar heels. She kept the stroll short and something of a history lession for this man was clearly a virgin visit to her beautiful Paris. He was occassionally charmant, but majorily he seemed to lack the poise and polish of most men that dared to speak with her. "Your name?", he dared to breath the words at her making her chuckle as she took a piece of paper from her bag and make the scribble of her empire upon it, "A bientot, mon cher. Enjoy Paris", with that the scrap from a design was pressed into his palm, his fingers curled about it, and she disappeared. She paused only after he could not see her to purchase more of that devine liqour she'd been so enjoying and to grab a little present for Simon from her own collection just beyond her chambers. It was time to let the man up, she had hoped that Robert did as she asked. The key was placed in the lock as she balanced a garment bag and a bottle in her other arm, her toes kicking open the door. It hardly mattered now that she had a heel print across the tip of her favorite shoe. "Bonjour, mon chaud lapin... I come with gifts." Simon stood at the door, making his way over to her only to have the garment bag thrust into his arms, "I think you will find I have not forgotten your measurements." She said with a smile. "I take it you did not look into the bath to find the razor and other trinkets I had set up for you, darling?" She turned and walked back to the door locking it before the clutch was sat down and she strolled back over to him. Simon was oddly silent, looking at her with a cross expression, just as she suspected by his lack luster greeting; He'd seen her in the square. She smiled and kissed his cheek, "You need to stay out of the windows, my dear. Someone was trying to kill you, mon petit. That is why you were brought here, n'est pas?" With that she slipped a spare room key into the pocket of his pants.