Anael smiled genuinely at the kiss, and the warmth that bloomed in his chest from the mutual affection. He realised belatedly that yes, they ought to pay, and so Alcuin had already done so. He climbed out of the taxi after him, and followed towards his building.

"Will you show me Anafiel's poetry, while we have that drink?" he requested gently, well ready for a 'no' if Alcuin did not feel like it tonight. But he would so love to read the poetry of a man that had meant so much to Alcuin.