When her steps slowed, he wondered at it. Was it the sherry? Was it in acknowledgement of the gin he'd consumed? Or was it something... else?
Despite all his studies of the human race, there were some things that still escaped him, some things he still couldn't understand. This, in this moment, was one of them.
But it seemed that she understood it was up to her to guide their course, which she did with the same smooth loveliness that marked her existence. Another thing he admired about her.
When they reached what must be her door, he gently lowered his arm.
"The pleasure has been mine, Magdelene," he said. "Pleasant dreams to you."