Malcolm's expression was schooled into something mildly pleasant and he stepped forward to offer his hand.

"Malcolm Bright. It's a pleasure to meet you, Winona. I've heard a lot about you."

She was very stylish; her dress sense was a little like his mother's.

"Can I take anything?" he asked, gesturing to all the baby accoutrements. "Or get anyone anything to drink?" he added, with a gesture towards the kitchen.

He would be happy to meet Willa, but let her mother get comfortable first. He wasn't going to rush the baby.