( he's seen the woman in passing, only now recognizing her once she's left freed from the cushions and a little flushed herself, though he doesn't assume she'd indulged as irresponsibly as he had. really, he's thinking it's some sort of placebo effect, they hadn't really laced the sweets with some kind of aphrodisiac, right? honestly that's the last thing he needs, unless someone else is up for just as reckless a night as, well, any other he'd provide.

a low chuckle, deciding to take a seat beside her after a small gesture to indicate so, plate in hand still littered with a few miscellaneous sweets, and a spiked cider in the other. crisp and even in a cooled mug; he'd take it. ) Honestly I wouldn't put it past this place.

First time I've ever heard jack about the solar calendar, that's for sure.