The wheels and faces and expressions that the realizations elicited did not disappoint. Alex was a buffet of emotions that Richard enjoyed on a now almost daily basis. Daily, since the past few incidents. Incidents which were now taking them to a remote and 'ghost' infested island.

"I wouldn't suggest it otherwise." He wasn't the type to go breaking into places that would get him deported from a place he might want to go at a later date.

He stood, apparently satisfied with the show she'd already given him. Besides, if they were going, then they'd both need their coats. The spring air was still brisk, even if it was also pleasant against the skin.

"Or would you prefer gelato instead." He knew her feelings on these places. On going to 'the scene of the crime' as it were. So he couldn't help tossing another light tournament over his shoulder as he put on his coat. The ghost of a smile hidden by his positioning away from her.