Perhaps the entire reason why he was so eager to spend time could be blamed on how his day had started. While Carver was one for the craziness of parties, it was not the sort of thing Anthony enjoyed. He liked calm and normalcy, even in the face of the clear improbabilities of what magic could achieve. While there was nothing remotely normal about the world he lived in, plagued with curses and lightened by creatures, he held some solace in the comfort of knowing outside of parties, he would remain untouched by lunacy. However, waking up half the height his wand was long and still in his bed was not something Ant wanted to deal with. While it was endearing to know Carver made the best of it, a majority of his day was spend fretting all the things that could go wrong at work. Anthony was a dedicated man to his job, and building a reputation as such. He was ever mindful of how he was viewed by his superiors. A day off, regardless the issue, was unsettling at best. He pleaded for the chance to put in extra hours for the rest of the stay in Italy to make peace for having missed his shift.
But seeing Carver brought a smile to Anthony's face. Perhaps the only one of the day up to that point. He had been worried about his status on the whole project, but with the reassurance of his boss and seeing his favourite player in the entry of the hotel they were staying in, things seemed better suddenly. He wanted to spend the evening with him, as his day had been a complete bust. So he told Carver a place his coworker suggested. He knew it was out of the way and he could possibly be a bit more open and comfortable about how he felt. No, after St. Paddy's, Ant knew what it was. Whether he liked it or not was different. The thing was, the man had never know the rush it got being with a girl that he received with Carver.
Ant laughed at his comment and swirled his wine in his glass. Honestly, he all-but forgot it was actually a beverage to be consumed. He was more or less watching the smile on Carver's face and the squints of his eyes. "I find it almost disappointing to say I was never any good at making bed forts," he replied in a humoured tone. He was rested back in his chair, angling himself closer to where Carver was seated and eyeing him thoughtfully. "As interesting as it would have been to find Gulliver, I much prefer to be back to my average self, it wasn't all that fun trying to get down safely and then to the desk where my journal had been stashed to contact my bosses." He took a sip of his wine finally and placed it on the table before looking back at Carver. "but at least it freed me up this evening to explore a little of the outskirts?"