At the prodding, he chuckled, pushing a hand through his hair. "Ah, I suppose! If I continue these races, perhaps I won't die so early!" Most people feared speaking of death. Diego found it funny. "But I feel that now I need a bath, eh?" Patting her on the shoulder, he pulled her to his side, walking them both to her door. "But in light of recent events, I would be remiss to not see you to your door."
They walked to her door, pausing as they reached it. "It was a pleasure as always, Lotte." He smiled, taking her hand between his and giving it a squeeze. "Let me know if I can be of any help."