For now, it doesn't matter. He's got the same excitement in his bones, if it's a touch more repressed by comparison. Can't entirely take the years of being repressed out of the last near-thirty years of his life.

/She came this morning. So far, so good. She'll be in the Castle until we can get her someplace in Town. I'm sure she'll be more than happy to embarrass me into next month./

Which was a small, small price to pay.