Ariel popped into her flat directly from his duties, looking a bit tired and worn. Still, he'd been of help, and that always cheered him. "Hello, my dear." He sat down and kissed her, smiling. "Have you not begun your packing, yet?" The thought of setting up in Paris was exhilarating, frankly; the woman he loved being his flatmate was the icing on the cake. Still. This was ... quite a lot of things.