Of course he was dressed well. He hadn't spend a few hours before the mirror aiming to look like a slob and yet her praise was precisely what he'd been looking for when he'd spent all that time before the mirror. Almost imperceptibly, he stood a little taller, though it didn't mean his tall farm didn't still slouch.

Gil had a curfew. When he was at home. Well, not really so much a curfew as the fact that after a long day of farm work, he and his brothers collapsed into bed not long after the evening meal and slept hard until just before sun-up. He wasn't really all that surprised that Charity didn't have a curfew, but then he had some various beliefs about cityfolk that were born of knowing almost nothing about them. "I'm staying at the LaRose's tonight. As long as I'm in before midnight, Mrs. LaRose shouldn't be upset."

He followed that statement up with a good, long, hard kiss - his answer to how much more time they had for the night. "Now, you have tomorrow off, right? Because, tomorrow I was thinking we could wander the streets of London. Find some adventure."