Phryne Fisher

"Yes and no," he suggested, taking a moment to look her over - not a leer, so much as an accounting. The trim of her short hair, the flashes of red about her person, starkly contrasted with the white, the keen cut of her gaze and the slightly untidy order to the place. He'd noticed that clever people had a tendency to ignore things that didn't keep their interest, and Vax didn't expect that housekeeping interested Phryne much.

"You don't strike me as someone easy to predict," he answered her smile with his own.