"I would appreciate it, thank you. Provided it is not a matinee." He smirks. "I have lost my daylight privileges. Something about being an indiscriminate killer and small tyrant, and all that. The Nineteenth Century was a very confusing time." He laughs it off like it's all one great joke, and though he still seethes internally at the injustice of it all, even he cannot deny that there is some humor in the situation.

Rather black humor, yes, but humor still.

"Now, Miss Brook, would you care to join me in a kebab? If I remember correctly, there was a small stand open all hours somewhere near here. Though that was in the 'seventies. Wonder if it's still there."