You know what was even better than going upstairs, out of sight, pretending to go to the bathroom? Being<i>told</i>to go upstairs, out of sight, and go elsewhere other than the bathroom. Here he thought he'd need to worry about being found elsewhere than where he said he'd be. Now, Jen had just written him a blank check to explore her home. It truly was Christmas Eve.<br/><br/>"Ooh, nice," Goodman breezily commented, tipping back the last of the whiskey in his glass and setting it on the coffee table. "Fae wine is definitely a very rich find indeed." Flashing a naughty smirk at Dawn as he passed, his eyebrows briefly dancing at her suggestively, Goodman crossed on long, black-clad legs to the stairs, jauntily hopping up them.