So, he wasn't there simply to hear himself talk. Maybe if she'd heard that description before she signed, she would have hesitated... then again, knowing her arrogance, that was unlikely.

"I don't pity you," She was quick to say. "Nor do I pity myself. These horror stories won't make me cower and weep. But if makes you feel better to come here and ramble on about your brilliant schemes..." She waved a hand, allowing it, even though she knew it would be a pain. "There could be worse intruders in my home."