The coach was waiting as both Robert and Tempest made their way towards it, of course the gentleman was sure to make his farewells before the two slipped off into the smog filled night. “I have my bags, should we stop at your own apartments to get yours…my… don’t you just love some spontaneity?”<br/><br/>“It may be quite a journey though I am sure we will be there my the morn, and can surely snooze on the way. There is nothing like the turn of a carriage wheel and the gentle clip clop of hooves for a lullaby don’t you think.”<br/><br/>Robert offered a hand then so that the lady might get into the carriage, “You are certainly a rare delight…” ‘He smiled, “a rare delight indeed.”<br/>