[ he expected sly glances and inquisitive gazes and he's grateful, surprisingly, for the restraint. Saya was still in the apartment. He had not the heat yet to remove her.
But he nodded and walked over to the open kitchen, opening a cupboard as he talked, playing host as he had once played host to her before, carrying her into his apartment with soft footed ease. ] Would you like something to drink? There's water... or hot chocolate. [ he said the last with a wry smile, knowing it would seem odd in the old place. He was not a fan of chocolate after all. Not for the usual reasons anyway. ]