Elijah didn't even hear him coming before the door opened and he was ushered in. True, it could be bad for Zechariah for him to have a late night visit from the constable who had been mentioned in that paper, if any of his neighbors read it or heard of it. He didn't hesitate to come in. He glanced around the room as it was his first time inside the other's home as he walked to the dining room.

It was dark. Romantic?

There was a small meal and a lot of alcohol. To loosen lips or inhibitions? He noticed the whip and candle and he avoided letting Zechariah see the raise of his brow. More and more, it was clear that he wasn't here to merely talk.

Still...

What was the lawyer looking for? He did barely know him beyond a professional relationship. It didn't matter though, he had been kind to him and... Oh, he had been too quiet. He gave him a soft smile. "Thank you. It is a perfect amount for me, and it smells delicious. I am very easy, so do not worry about what I like. I tend to like most things." He said, completely innocent of the ideas in the other's mind.

The compliment brought another smile to his face more naturally, "You look wonderful. I did not know how to dress, I didn't want to come after work in uniform. I was sure you wouldn't want me coming in dirty."

A seat pulled out for him? Did he do this for all guests? He had no idea, but he watched his face as he sat and waited patiently for him to sit. "Ah, it wasn't bad. All thanks to you. I would have been a mess had I found out and you hadn't... given me things to think about. I am grateful for all you've done and then you invited me over for dinner which I admit.. I've looked forward to." He looked down with a more timid expression as he looked to the soup then up. "Please, tell me how your day's been?"