"We do," he said with a nod. "And it can wait until tomorrow." We, indeed. This was the first time he'd had anything to do for ages, and he should have been jumping at it, but it felt a bit more like nailing shut his own coffin than digging out of a rut.
He was all too happy to give her what she wanted, however, when it came to that. Even if he was burying himself out in the middle of nowhere, that was something that would always make him feel a little taller. "Consider it done. When we return, you'll have to make a note of everything you'd like to bring - it won't be any trouble." There were probably things there that hadn't left the house for centuries, but - they could go back when he was cold in his grave. A few years out of hundreds wouldn't mean much to the ghosts of his fathers. "I'm still a little bigger than he is, after all," he added, side-stepping closer to slip his arm around her waist.