"I am most glad to know that, Messire." He does his best to straighten against the wind and not look so ruffled. "Another night, perhaps. I should... should head home, really." He's thinking of Isabel, is what he is, of how she hasn't been in in forever, and how much he'd like to grab her bird wrists now and feel good about himself for all of one heady minute. "Please give my regards to your noble cousin."