[Perhaps it wouldn't be quite so surprising, had she any idea at all just how much time the man has on his hands. And just how much more of it he will accumulate later.]

It would.

[Although he agrees, the words still manage to sound noncommittal at best as he folds his arms and peers down at her. Not of Etheirys, of that much he's certain. Though it seems like now that he's spoken up, he'll have little choice but to humor her with conversation.]

Staying up this late has become something of a force of habit, actually. A pointless exercise considering one half of the party I'd normally meet up with is not even here.

[A pause, and he waves his hand dismissively.]

And besides, the late-night establishments in this place are hardly to my tastes. That being said, it isn't the worst of times to sit and to think and to wonder.