"No," he answers, his smirk widening bit by bit, and he looks at Freddie with an arched eyebrow. "I'm finished for the evening. Are you looking for someone to escort you home?"
He almost makes some joke about it being a dangerous neighbourhood, how Freddie can't possibly know who might be out and about on a night like tonight, but he keeps it to himself. There's already a skittish sort of sense about Freddie right now and the last thing Philip wants is to chase him off. There's nothing fun in that, after all.
Besides, it isn't as if there's anything Freddie might do to have Philip turned on him by anyone in the city. Even if he were to be offered that sort of job, he'd most likely turn it down.
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He almost makes some joke about it being a dangerous neighbourhood, how Freddie can't possibly know who might be out and about on a night like tonight, but he keeps it to himself. There's already a skittish sort of sense about Freddie right now and the last thing Philip wants is to chase him off. There's nothing fun in that, after all.
Besides, it isn't as if there's anything Freddie might do to have Philip turned on him by anyone in the city. Even if he were to be offered that sort of job, he'd most likely turn it down.