"He won't wish you to do much, I think," Ai said, a little sourly, seeming to deflate a little as the tension left her, although no less perturbed in general. She brought herself back under control soon though, at least enough to take the edge off of her voice. "He's probably in the city right now, either seeing to his, er, business or, um, cavorting." Each time she chose a euphemism Ai held it out at arm's length, the sourness having been replaced by a measure of distaste. "He should be back by dark."<br/><br/>She paused, then added, "Probably."