Cooper rolls his eyes. "You're not nearly pathetic enough t'be out of one of his books. Believe me, I was around when he was publishing 'em." Also, he's dating one of said orphans.

He leads Party back out into the streets, turning up his collar to the cold biting through. Just because he's more durable than the average person when it comes to injuries doesn't mean he's got any special tolerance against the weather. "C'mon, Fluffy. I know most every pub in London. Bound t'be one of 'em that'll cater to a couple of wayward alcoholics during the most wonderful time of the year."