It was a tempting offer. Safety was never something assured in or around cities, but this place seemed rather remote. The only way someone could follow them was if they knew of the passage, and even then they may miss the cottage entirely based on what Lydia described.<br/><br/>Even still. "Maybe another time." He spoke, looking up into the sky. It was already midnight, the moon hanging high over their heads. How long had they been in that passage? "I have work I must finish before dawn. I may come back sometime to visit." His voice was serious, but turned warm towards the end. She seemed nice enough, but he couldn't risk her getting hurt.