"Of course," He nodded and put away both of the glasses of Firewhiskey, and returned the bottle carefully to its rightful place before spelling the cabinet shut and locked. Caractacus carefully placed the gobstone in the center of her palm and then stood back, eyes trained on the small ball in her hand, his own hands folded in front of him neatly as was his habit when he was containing himself from otherwise excitable movement.
"I would be delighted to learn, Ms. Prince."
The game of gobstones they played had been...Caractacus searched for a suitable word, but the only one he could find was the rather undignified 'fun'. Yes. It had been fun.