"Always," he said, grabbing his cloak off the back of his chair and stood out of her chair without missing a beat. He was usually ready to head for home at the drop of a hat, and if he was any less eager today he didn't show it. "Your place?" He led the way out. "Or we'll have to get dinner." His flat was pretty bare, but it was also reasonably clean, so it wouldn't be quite as bad as usual.
Honestly, the distraction of stopping to pick up some takeaway might be nice.