Evan took this sort of thing seriously. He adored women, after all, and worked hard to validate them, to show them just how appreciated they were-- whether in general or, at least, by him, mattered little in his eyes. What a treasure women were-- women like Nadia, like Callista, like Lilith... their loyalty was perfect and unwavering and precisely what he longed to see in his good friend's more egotistical and less logical followers... like Bole.
The point was that he knew fully well that Lilith deserved the world. And while he certainly couldn't give it to her, what he could do was show her an exceptionally nice time. Which was why he had set up a portkey to take them to Paris tonight, Evan strolling up to Lilith's place in a nice, crisp suit.
Stepping inside once she'd come to the door, Evan threw her a brilliantly warm smile. "Wonderful." At her remark, he nodded, offering her his arm before promptly apparating the both of them to Paris, not far from the restaurant where he'd scheduled them a reservation, Epicure.