[How many pitchers have come their way? The conversation has been carrying from here to there on music, talk and more sport Lawrence has neglected to pay attention. No matter he has enough coin for it.]

The hour has grown late so soon.

[Embolden by the spirits he sets his hand upon the man's knee beneath the table. Gloves prevent him from feeling exactly what manner of fabric separates them. His intent may be considered too friendly. If that is what pleases and comforts Monsieur Orange may it be so.]

We should depart else the bill take my funds for room and board. It is not so far from here.

[Brown eyes look into his face before continuing steadily] You may rest there until ready to depart.