"I hope I do, she's quite the host." he squeezed her hand as they got into the taxi together.  It was odd and he was still adjusting to the outside world being so big again; it almost made him nervous. 20 years in a cell will do that to a man. With her there, it did feel like a buffer.

"Almost," he added, giving her a nudge. "Who knows, maybe we'll even end up at the opera or grocery store together. Scandalous!" However, when he spoke while in the cab, a very distinct English accent came out. He had thought ahead that if he had to keep a low profile, he might as well blend in.