"Precisely."

Chrome Dokuro never showed up, as things were, and if she did now... well, she'd have to get used to sharing.

That thought was amusing enough to make him chuckle. Then he was swinging the door to the rooftop open before Rhode could ask what was so funny, and revealing, with a little flourish, exactly what he had prepared: a pinic spread, petals and candles everywhere, with baskets full of food and bottles of wine.

"Have a seat, my dear."