"No problem," he replied, suddenly feeling antsy. Whether it was the need to be at his club, working on something that would distract him, or the sudden creeping fear that Vanessa would try to pry further under the guise of help was unclear to him, but Julian scooted to the edge of his seat, intending on taking his leave.
"Well, I should get going. Hopefully this dream was just a one time thing, huh? No more milk and lobsters before bed," he added, throwing in a little wink as the joke came a little easier. The reference was to an old film that claimed the mix of lactose and seafood gave the eater bad dreams, and Julian had always found the idea humorous. He rose from his seat, giving Vanessa a little salute.