Apparition. "Oh," he said again. He was keenly aware that he was sluggish and tired and drunk, and she didn't seem to be any of those things. Miss Zelda Fisk seemed, aside from a little sweat and an adorable red flush in her cheeks, largely unaffected by what had just happened. She was going to dance around the room like a lithe little pixie and be dressed and gone before he'd even found his under garments. He had very little confidence in his ability to get a corset on to a woman (or even to help in that respect), but it wasn't as though he could say no.

"Yeah," he agreed, lifting his head to glance at the doorway. "Where is it?"