Oh, dowdy is mild descriptor compared to who I had lined up. Hourglass figure, wicked tongue, knew me well enough to actually hurt my feelings. She was a gem.

[He stops now, at a crossroads between the direction of the Red Light and their housing.]

Better kissing handsome individuals than kissing up to those who'd see you ruined, I suppose. [He pauses, almost hesitant to ask a simple question.] ... Would you prefer I spend the coin for a place, or we use one of our own? Considering the walk after.