Arven chuckled, further charmed and amused by his keen audience. But the question sent his gaze out the window, where a wide town square gave room to several carriages. "Right out there, I should think. The mountains and plateaus beyond the city." But it would not be a very long trip, not like the old days. Recently he'd taken to keeping Britain and his family as a base, and heading on shorter trips abroad. It suited him fine.

"But what of you, Miss Kozlova?" he asked, drinking from his glass and surveying her over the top of it. "Where would you wish to find yourself? Hopefully not between the jaws of a jaguar..."