"Isn't it? I'm not even sure it's my colour, but it's smart enough."

Lancelot shrugs and downs the rest of his coffee, drops the cup into the sink and gives Lily a last pat.

"Stay here then, there's a good girl. You can keep the flat safe for us, can't you? That's right! And it's a lot cooler in here, too. A little too warm for furry people outside, and it will only get warmer."

She leans into his touch until he finally releases her, pockets his keys and phone before giving the flat a last critical glance. What has he forgotten? Something, probably -- wallet. Vanishing back into bedroom a second he emerges again quickly and gives it a vague wave before sliding it into the pocket of the jacket he's carrying.

"Right, are we ready then?"