For her part, she had to keep herself from outright laughing loud enough to wake the house. Her grin was broad and open. "I don't know. I think bleeding to death outside of the Hanged Man wouldn't be nearly so fun," she joked softly. "Besides, finding out what little rumors will spread from this might be almost as entertaining as the night itself." Provided they were not about the two of them.

"You have the scowl down very well when you're under pressure," she offered, helping him with their parcel into the main foyer. "And she didn't slip you anything, or so it looks like. I think we did well."

A soft grumble caught her attention and she turned, spotting a curled up and now awakened hound looking at her from the fireplace. He wuffed softly and she put a finger to her lips. "Shh, shh. It's okay." His entire body started shaking as his tail did and he rose to stretch. "That's a good boy." He trotted over to them, stopping only once to look at Cullen and sniff him, ears perked in curiosity. He kept looking at the basket, his priorities more than obvious.