Fortunately, the both of them have more pressing matters to attend to than checking that I'm still pinned to the apron strings. [Honestly, what does he take her for? A child in need of minding?] Though I admit they hardly have an alternative. I imagine it would be rather difficult to keep someone penned in and also expect them to go mucking about all over London in pursuit of Half-Breeds.

[And back again to crossing one leg satisfactorily over the other: her heel fishing cheerfully through the air.]