Good. He'd make sure to jot it down in his notes for the 27th, making appropriate arrangements to not be disturbed by anyone else at the time (namely his mother, because none of his brothers nor his father usually bothered in after work).
"I will see you next week," he said, pulling out his wand. He conjured a piece of parchment and pulled a self-inking quill (something he'd gotten used to carrying as a healer) out of his pocket. He scribbled down his address and signed the note with a V. Macnair so he wouldn't forget what it was later. Pulling himself into a straighter sitting position, Valerian slid the parchment across the table, allowing his hand to linger long enough for his fingertips to brush against Greengrass' when he took it from his hand. He met his eyes, but did not hesitate to pull back, not wanting to seem like he'd done it purposefully.
"But until then." He grinned and downed the rest of his glass in one, long gulp, and let out a sigh as he clinked the glass down against the table.
"I will see you next week," he said, pulling out his wand. He conjured a piece of parchment and pulled a self-inking quill (something he'd gotten used to carrying as a healer) out of his pocket. He scribbled down his address and signed the note with a V. Macnair so he wouldn't forget what it was later. Pulling himself into a straighter sitting position, Valerian slid the parchment across the table, allowing his hand to linger long enough for his fingertips to brush against Greengrass' when he took it from his hand. He met his eyes, but did not hesitate to pull back, not wanting to seem like he'd done it purposefully.
"But until then." He grinned and downed the rest of his glass in one, long gulp, and let out a sigh as he clinked the glass down against the table.
