When the pair entered the building, it was completely empty. The CBO had rented the entire building for the night, a three story log cabin. A fire had already been set, and it was roaring to life. Milo, now sufficiently buzzed, tossed the brandy on a nearby feather couch, and took off his field jacket. Milo's professionalism had all but left, partially due to the fact that he was expecting to spend the next few months with Alec, and partially due to the brandy. His two scout swords strapped to his back were instantly visible now. Milo sat on the couch, near the fireplace, attempting to warm himself and dry his clothes at the same time. Milo sighed for a moment, before turning his head to look at Alec, "Come and sit, Mister Cross. We can keep chatting." Milo said, his voice slightly whimsical now, which took on a odd turn considering Milo was, impressively, able to hold his stoic visage perfectly.