"Of course." Harry said, paying the carriage driver and wrapping his arm around Nell, leading him up the steps. "I... I don't want this to be strange, Nell, so... tell me, won't you? If you're uncomfortable?" He said, slipping off his jacket and loosening his cravat as soon as the door was closed behind them, hissing in pain as the muscles across his bruise knuckles flared. "We should have a look at those bruises of yours." He said allowed, as if to remind them both, "I've got some of that ointment that'll stop them aching." Harry added, "Unless you want a bath first?"