"Aye." Fimble nods to the watchman, as Gwen bundles down the stairs.
"And there's our charming cue. I think we're about set, my friend. Though I do hope it will remain a metaphorical name."
Not really capable of taking Gwen's arm without looking mighty silly, Fimble instead opens the door outside, and holds it for her and Felix. As he does so something suddenly springs to mind.
"Wait, didn't Terlew also want to come?"