Higgs gave Siobhan a soft smile when she commented how she had a great deal of respect for him. "Thank you," Higgs offered since it would hardly be polite to dismiss the compliment, not that Higgs particularly cared to. Having been a soldier for ten years, Higgs had slowly gotten used to the idea that people felt grateful to him. They were certainly preferred to the ones who attempted to explain to him how war was futile. You'd think that people would know that if there was anyone who didn't want to see wars happen it would be the soldiers, but clearly that was not an opinion some people held.
When Siobhan informed Higgs that she much rather see him in this sort of context that at the hospital, he laughed. "Yes, I must agree, this is far more pleasant than St Mungo's, even if the company is just as lovely," he told her. In fact, the company was probably nicer because Max wasn't there to look like a constipated owl. "Another dinner would be very nice," Higgs agreed with a nod. "I, too, had a great time," he added since it was true. The evening had gone far better than Higgs could've anticipated, in no small part due to Siobhan's presence. "Perhaps I can even cook something that Max might enjoy," Higgs teased.