Shay chuckled. “I suppose I take for granted that most people don’t have much to their name. Still, I don’t entertain guests and feel like I’m missing more than a few essentials for hosting, but at least the heating works. I’m glad there’s a certain air of familiarity to the whole precedings.” He said, rummaging through the cupboard above the stove and pulling free a bottle of Irish whiskey and Polish vodka along with a pair of tumbler glasses and he set to pouring three fingers of whiskey in each of the cups. 

“Normally I’d be a bit easier on this, what with the prohibition and all, but I figure tonight’s a special occasion. And I appreciate your kind words Vera, truly I do. But it isn’t hard to pretend to be the adoring husband of a beauty such as yourself, if you don’t mind me saying so.” He said with a smile, bringing the glasses over and handing one to Vera. He set himself down gingerly into the well-worn couch and let out a relieved sigh as he let the weariness of the day slip by. “Think nothing of it, it was my genuine pleasure, but I have a hard time believing anyone would be anything less than kind to you. You’re a good woman; I can tell you have a big heart when you have a place to put it. I’d be doing you a great disservice if I didn’t try to make you feel welcome in my company. It wasn’t a situation you asked for, but it doesn’t mean it has to be unpleasant. To say Sam forced you upon me would imply I’m not grateful for your company, it’s anything but a burden.” 

Shay took a sip of the whiskey, appreciating the burn for a few moments before continuing. “I certainly wouldn’t say no to help preparing supper, and I can get that bath drawn for you whenever you please. My home is your own, and don’t hesitate to say if you need something. But if it’s no trouble, I could use a few minutes off my feet.” he smiled apologetically, his hands cradled gently around his glass.