"Oh, well, that's different." Meredith tucks a hand into the crook of his arm, at once comforting and faintly possessive. She's not worried that it's a woman, but there's a quick pang of panic -- she believes him, mostly, that she's the one he wants, that she's first in his thoughts, but that doesn't mean she ever wants to try her luck against Maeve -- which disappears almost as soon as it arrives. He wouldn't be half so calm in that situation. "And probably easier. This place is kind of small for that. So... you just keep your distance until you figure out if you want to or not. I don't know what to do about December's vendetta against you, though."