Chéri turned their head to the side slightly and wrinkled their nose, in a delightful show of distrust "And why would I refuse?" They looked around. There was nothing urgent awaiting them. The man took their arms, mentioned and estate and expressed the intention of going. Chéri looked deep into his eyes, making their own ambiguous and filling them with vivacious light at the same time. "Alright, if it is so urgent." They agreed praying it would turn out alright.