*Normally, Amrita's not much of a night owl at all--work starts early in the morning--but she doesn't feel tired in the slightest, not anymore. She feels nervous, in kind of a delicious pit-of-the-stomach way, and suddenly very much awake. She gives him just the slightest eye-roll, to let him know he needn't worry, and that he's being silly.*

Oh yes, dear me. I'm frightfully troubled. What a boor you are, with your mead and your Lucretius.