“It’s a simple enough lecture to grasp, I gave it to a group of folks who had an interest in Shakespeare as a man, but had never pursued any sort of higher education pertaining to history. I had a student sitting by me and acting as a scribe, so the synopsis notes you’ll be receiving will be hers,” Xavier explained before quieting down as Dexter commented on the fact that the bare bones of information was all that was necessary, especially concerning his family. He’d assumed as much, after all, it wasn’t as though he’d have been expected to give a relatively new partner a complete rundown on his very extensive family.<br/><br/>He commented on the fact that he should know what his preferred poison was, and he furrowed his brow ever so slightly as the man mentioned he himself preferred Irish whiskey. He wasn’t fond of alcohol, and never had been as he didn’t exactly see why he’d bother drinking something if it was a taste one had to acquire rather than just like outright, and he relayed this to Dexter. “I’m not one to indulge in alcohol, I must admit, but I do quite like cranberry juice, so if I send you to the bar at some point you can just fetch me a glass of that.” He paused again, listening in quietly to Dexter’s next suggestion.<br/><br/>“Ah, yes, the ride there … I imagine it’ll be easier if I drive, as I know how to get to the venue. I’ll text you with the notes, and then you can send me the address of wherever you’d prefer to be picked up from. I’ll call you when I’m on my way to fetch you, and then I’ll drive you home at the end of the evening.” Xavier reached out to grab a hold of his cellphone and wallet from the table top, slipping them back into his pocket as he shifted to the edge of his seat and then grabbing his keys, slipping the ring over his pointer finger as he pushed his weight down into the balls of his feet. “Now, if that is all Mr. Beckett I’m afraid I really must be going. As I said, I haven’t time to sit around and chat this evening,” he stood, outstretching a hand again towards Dexter in offering. “Thank you for making this quite painless, I do appreciate it.” After their hands had parter Xavier turned and made his way from The Emerald Lounge without uttering another syllable nor offering a backward glance.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">~.~.~.~.~​</div><br/>A few days past, and after sending the notes to Dexter and receiving the address to his residence the pair didn’t have any contact with each other. Until, that was, Xavier called Dexter when he was about five minutes from his apartment complex. He pulled up to the place, clearing his throat and straightening out his tie carefully as he threw the car into park and stepped from the sleek black Mercedes Benz to await his date for the day. He looked rather nice, dressed a fairly generic but well-fitted suit, a pair of nicely polished black dress shoes, and with his hair swept up and carefully styled. He’d requested that Dexter dress in much the same manner, as he wanted the pair of them to look well turned out and coordinate for his dearest sister's wedding.