Combeferre grinned crookedly and ducked his head. “Touche. And in that case, I hope you report well on the experience.” That was very nearly bold, and grinned again, more sheepishly this time.

“Oh- yes, of course. That would be delightful.” Somewhere along the way, he had managed to forget that a tour of the hospital had been the ostensible reason for their meeting. You are absolutely ridiculous, Henri Combeferre, he informed himself, and rose, and gestured with a smile for her to lead. “It isn’t far from here, yes?”