They're not going to catch on, angel, unless you weren't careful. [Murmured in an irritated undertone as he leans against the desk, hands in his pockets. He's the image of relaxed aristocrat, not caring for his suit and completely at home among the rare and expensive. It's not a cultivated façade, he comes from this sort of society, but it's definitely useful, should anyone happen upon them.

Of course, his happy little accomplice probably shouldn't be leaning against the door - it might seem odd to anyone else entering.]

There's an abandoned manor house two acreages over. It has a cellar I took the liberty of preparing two days ago, and no one will hear or see anything. I hope you're not scared of fire, princess.

[It takes heat to kill heat, in this instance.]