It is, rather. When she tucked her hair behind her ear it gave him a better view of the graceful curve of her neck, and a stab of hunger lanced through him. And now, the mention of dinner reminds him of it, but he keeps his expression mild, his smile kind.

"I'm afraid the transportation service is rather... unreliable of an evening nowadays," he says. Mainly because so many people refuse to be out at night any more. "I should hate to think you would be stranded in a bus station. Please, do join me--my cooks always prepare far more than I or my cats could hope to eat."