Ishamael shrugged, and glanced about the park full of willows. There were other men in the park, vagrant and unwashed. Some watching, perhaps, hoping for a view to a tryst. Ishamael had disdain for such scum, but he would not afford them even a glance.

"I thought as much."

A pause, and then a quiet inquiry.

"Should you like time to gather some articles at your home before we return to my estate?"