George moved over to the crib, smiling down at his god-daughter. She was absolutely darling. He straightened her blanket needlessly before smiling up at Agnes.
"Perhaps," he said. "I could get you something stronger if you'd like." If he was in her position, he would need a drink. He sort of was in her position, but she needed it more. He would have one, and then be available should the children need him tonight.