Her eyebrows went up, as if she was surprised he took her words that way (even if she wasn't, not really), and she shook her head.

"I don't either." A beat, and then she smiled. "No, I have a rather different proposition for you, which is nothing like that at all—and by 'rubbish tip' I mean something bigger than just this...charming little dive." She glanced around the bar. "Best not discussed here." She took a scrap of paper out of her pocket and a pencil, jotted down her address, and offered it to him. "Meet me here in an hour," she said in a low voice. She let her accent slip subtly back towards her usual crispness. "And I promise, no funny business. Of any kind."