She purses her lips together before she answers him, though she doesn't fight being kept close. "Since we met," she eventually says, slowly, reluctantly. It's probably a good hint of the kind of life she secretly leads, because not everyone just casually rubs elbows with those in his line of work. Unless you run with the same crowd.

Neufie bounds over to her the moment they come inside their apartment, and she tucks the furball under her arm as they make a beeline for the kitchen. The bottle of brandy is still there on the counter, but it's less than half-full already. Unfortunately, she hadn't been lying about just having opened it; she's hidden her being alcoholic quite well from him too.

She doesn't even reach for a glass, just picking up the bottle with her free hand and taking a drink of it before holding it out to him.