[It's a simple little word, but the happiness on his face is almost childlike, for a moment. He is genuinely delighted, completely pleased, and, yes, a little surprised, but only a little. He can hear that slight hesitation in her voice, certainly, but she's telling him yes, saying that 'just a short little arrangement' will be fine, maybe will be more than fine (it certainly will be, in his own mind) and that's enough, for the moment.]
Okay.
[He stands up, maybe a little unsteadily, already thinking of where they'll go, already ruling out hotels where he knows far too many people, places he might run into someone he does business with. It's not, necessarily, that he'd be ashamed of being seen with another woman -- because, frankly, he's been seen doing far worse things than having a romantic, drunken rendezvous with someone not his wife -- but he doesn't think Daisy would like it, wouldn't like them to be taken notice of.
All the same, as he brushes aside the curtains, he does offer her his arm. If it's possible to be at all chivalrous about this, considering what they're heading off to do, he'll try to make it so. The unsteadiness caused by his drunkenness isn't exactly a great combination with his already unsteady gait from his limp, but maybe she won't mind.
He'll just lead the way, then. He'll let that confidence -- cockiness? -- keep speaking for him.]
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[It's a simple little word, but the happiness on his face is almost childlike, for a moment. He is genuinely delighted, completely pleased, and, yes, a little surprised, but only a little. He can hear that slight hesitation in her voice, certainly, but she's telling him yes, saying that 'just a short little arrangement' will be fine, maybe will be more than fine (it certainly will be, in his own mind) and that's enough, for the moment.]
Okay.
[He stands up, maybe a little unsteadily, already thinking of where they'll go, already ruling out hotels where he knows far too many people, places he might run into someone he does business with. It's not, necessarily, that he'd be ashamed of being seen with another woman -- because, frankly, he's been seen doing far worse things than having a romantic, drunken rendezvous with someone not his wife -- but he doesn't think Daisy would like it, wouldn't like them to be taken notice of.
All the same, as he brushes aside the curtains, he does offer her his arm. If it's possible to be at all chivalrous about this, considering what they're heading off to do, he'll try to make it so. The unsteadiness caused by his drunkenness isn't exactly a great combination with his already unsteady gait from his limp, but maybe she won't mind.
He'll just lead the way, then. He'll let that confidence -- cockiness? -- keep speaking for him.]