He grinned, pleased, if still a touch embarrassed. Already, he couldn't wait.

But the promise of a drink, while thoroughly unappealing only a few minutes before, felt sorely needed now.

"Yes," he agreed, looking himself over to smooth down anything else that might look out of place. At least through the straightened flaps of his long coat, there wasn't anything to notice. Still, he wasn't completely fine to move just yet, and pinched the bridge of his nose while he conjured a terrible memory in a desperate bid to regain control where temptation lingered.

Guilt crept through his veins in a slow and terrible victory over desire, but that at least he had practice carrying. Eleven fell forward to brace his elbows against his knees as he let the tension bleed from his body, then breathed.

"Okay," he said finally, raising his head. "..Whenever you're ready."