[That gets a rather silly, soft expression out of the detective. Pausing for a moment as he watched Rhy move away with the bottle and wine glasses, he can’t help but dwell on how nice it was to hear that...

Llewellyn moved quickly to follow a moment later, not wanting to delay their getting more comfortable.]

I’m still sorry there is no ball for you to enjoy, but I admit... I don’t think I’ve looked forward to a New Years quite as much as this before. There’s something nice about the quiet and the mm... comfort in being in your company.

[There was a feeling of security in it just being the two of them, he could relax more easily. The detective was always so alert in crowds or easily distracted. He could give Rhy his undivided attention and see to it that they still enjoyed themselves.]