Nell sipped at the warm cup, smiling at Harry over the brim. He'd tucked his knees up under himself, the wrap covering him as best it could. Despite the warm fire he couldn't help but feel cold. It was the way the wind howled around the townhouse like a wounded dog and he could hear the sound of the rain pattering down in the streets outside. Made him feel like he was out there even if he wasn't. "I could. It's been a long day. Plays running well, it seems very popular, lots of patrons and then...well...you and I." He said, trailing off slightly embarrassed - all-though why he should be when it was his job was beyond him, but with Harry it was different.