He follows her in to the exceedingly cramped flat, slinging the backpack from his shoulder and depositing it on the corner of the counter the moment he's within arm's reach (which takes approximately a stride).
"Lovely place you've got here, darling." There's an obvious trace of sarcasm to it - there's no way Chloe is entirely pleased with the outfit either -, though he cuts it by unzipping the bag and drawing the bottle out. "You do have glasses right? Cups?"
Not that they couldn't drink it straight from the bottle if it came to that.
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He follows her in to the exceedingly cramped flat, slinging the backpack from his shoulder and depositing it on the corner of the counter the moment he's within arm's reach (which takes approximately a stride).
"Lovely place you've got here, darling." There's an obvious trace of sarcasm to it - there's no way Chloe is entirely pleased with the outfit either -, though he cuts it by unzipping the bag and drawing the bottle out. "You do have glasses right? Cups?"
Not that they couldn't drink it straight from the bottle if it came to that.