What were they going to do? Frankly, Nikolas wasn't sure - and it wasn't for lack of thinking about it. Well, maybe it was a bit. After all, he hadn't been taking this seriously at all until recently. Still, he couldn't see how this was going to be resolved in a way that satisfied either of their wishes. She'd be losing an inheritance, and as for him, he might as well be. He certainly wouldn't be happy with a Ministry job, he'd known that for years. There was a chance that it wouldn't be the torture he imagined, but there was no denying the fact that Nikolas already had something he knew he loved and couldn't wait to start doing - he wasn't ready to give that up for the sake of getting himself out of a marriage arrangement he hadn't even asked for.
He studied Daphne as she gave the stout a chance, amused at the daintiness and apprehension with which she inspected it beforehand. Actually, he was surprised she'd taken it at all. He hoped the drink wouldn't have a bad reaction with the firewhiskey she'd already consumed, though. The last thing Nikolas wanted was for Daphne to suddenly get sick all over the tower floor.
As for himself, he was beginning to feel pleasantly drowsy, while somehow managing to simultaneously convince himself he was thinking much more clearly than usual. It was an odd conflict. Nikolas returned her grin for a bit longer than was necessary; he found her much less annoying like this. When she shifted position to face him, he distantly found himself thinking that if her also readjusted the angle at which he was sitting he would probably be able to catch a glimpse of her knickers. However, after the initial thought arose he suddenly felt very uncomfortable and instead chose to focus on her head, or her face, just something above the neck.
He bit his lip and shrugged his shoulders, placing the bottle between them. Though Nikolas hadn't noticed the apparent shift in Daphne's focus from merely herself - was she actually acknowledging that this was a mutual problem and not just something she had to deal with? - he did pick up on the fact that she appeared to think he'd actually have a solution in mind.
"I have yet to figure out what I am going to do. If the season is right I may consider disguising myself as Father Christmas and hijacking a fleet of reindeer, getting myself to where ever they dropped the squid, and...well that is the extent of my plan. So far." Nikolas made as though he were seriously considering an option for Daphne.
"You...you could take your violin, there," he thrust his chin in the direction of the violin case, "and...I don't know, join a string quartet in...Provence." Ah yes, the rambling had started.