Looking over at Kate he smiles at her as she explains, then nods a bit. “Okay, not late at all then.”  Taking a breath he takes a drink of his drink, and then looks over at Simon before looking back to his wife.  Studying her for a moment, he looks back to Simon, then back to her and drowns the rest of his glass.  “Okay.  That seems rather reasonable; this was in fact my idea.  It wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to not lead the discussion.”<br/>He pauses a moment and looks at his glass, then at his lovely wife. But, it will require allot from you, my love.  Not precisely how you think, but I need you do something for me.  No matter you think this one thing you have to do.  From there, it will give us a basis to continue.”  Phill is having a hell of a time just sitting still, his fingers constantly tapping on the empty glass.  “I want you to do something for me, “Phill pauses looking all manner of nervous, somehow knowing this would kill it or not.  “And no matter what, know that I won’t think less of you.  Trust me, okay?”<br/>Anther pause, this time completely unsure if he should continue, everything he knew said not to do it.  Everything he had learned about people growing up said it was a mistake, but for once he listen to the more quiet darker part of his mind.  “Slip up to your feet, refill my glass with the good whiskey, and then kneel here at my feet.  If we continue this conversation, that is where you will remain and I will explain why I think Simon can help.”<br/>