“Do tell me when some appears.” She waves him vaguely towards the sofas - there's a book-shaped lump tucked inside where she'd put her coat down, but it can wait until she's caffeinated against the lingering effects of the wine. She'd rather be closer to sober before she tries peeling at the edges of his mood, and more pertinently, before she has to do anything in a professional capacity that she'd really better not be clumsy about.