Finlay was with his lawyer, apparently, and so Winter had the flat to himself. ...Well, himself, and Keats, who was tuckered out after an hour long jog through London. Winter still had too much energy to burn, and the dog was reaping all the benefits.

Assuming it was room service, winter had a few quid in his hand as he opened the door- And looked somewhat startled to see Phouka standing there.

"Oh," the pixie said, tilting his head as he studied the other creature. "Has fae Willy allowed you out then? How generous."