The night was fine and Elisabeth did not hurry to her car, despite wanting to bring Achilles to her home quickly. It felt nice to be outside, but soon enough they were bundled in the back of her limo, bring driven to her country house. She had kindly provided him the details of the home before they left, lest he thought he was being kidnapped. It was rather a long drive, and you never knew what was going to pop into people's heads as they went along.
"We're coming up to the house now," she said, pointing out the lights up ahead. "It's a nice place. Nothing like the Achilleon, but then, nothing is."