Hermes licked his lips, clearly at odds with himself while he considered the offer put before him. He wanted to stay, he did. Alcuin at the very least had to know that even if Scott seemed not to completely understand.
"Next week?" he offered instead, forcing himself into a laughing sort of smile that bordered on sheepish for the sake of not making the were worry. "Honestly, I really do need to get ready. Promise, Scooter, it's nothing personal, truly. I'll even do you one better and hook you up with actual delivery from the French place. That way you can't even make that worried face about someone else paying." He winked at the werewolf. "Sometimes it's all about who you know and bartering a bit if necessary." After all, saying you were going to put in a good word with someone didn't necessarily mean it was going to do any good, and it tended to follow that in certain cases you didn't have to at all.