"As you wish." Everett nodded his assent, not particularly caring about the menu. As a bachelor he more often than not ate at the pub or the club for supper and rarely dined home, making the idea of a meal at home sound wonderful.

The rest of their meal was amiable although a tad more quiet as they enjoyed their meals. Everett noted that Verity's wine glass was remained untouched even as a dessert was served. As the server removed the last of the meal, Everett looked at Verity, was it just him or did she look tired? He couldn't blame her, it had been a very long day.

As Everett stood he had to resist the urge to stretch, sitting in a cramped chair for a long time always made him stiff. At least it hadn't been a dinner party back home where he remained seated for hours at a time. Those were always tougher to sit through. Instead, with thoughts of his waiting feather bed, Everett walked around to Verity's chair and pulled it out, offering her a small bow and then his arm. "Shall we?"