Milo took on his same stoic expression, when he turned to face Maria. He took the crumpled piece of paper, impressively putting on the aura that he was not drunk. After gazing over the paper for a second, Milo nodded his head, thoughtfully, before turning around and tossing the piece of paper into the fire, "I....I should be heading to bed." Milo said, indifference in his voice, "I'll let you two hash things out." Milo added, as he began to head upstairs, but, as if forgetting something, Milo turned around and grabbed the bottle of brandy, "Goodnight." Milo mumbled, before once again turning around, and beginning his ascension up the stairs. Milo managed to find his way to his room, locking the door, and taking a swig of the brandy. The room was extremely luxurious, and unlike anything Milo had seen before.