[She's pretty relieved to see the appearance of more wine, and takes this opportunity to accept that she's settling in for the evening. She drops into a soft-boned, cross-legged position on the floor, looking for all the world as though she has no intention of leaving any time soon.]

Well, obviously! I'm a woman of exquisite taste and high standards.

[She says, before taking another indelicate swig of wine.]

You might have done. I don't remember right now, but either way, Al sounds better than Ad. What kind of nickname is Ad? Or would you prefer something like, Your Umbral Highness or, or maybe, Adrian, Dead and Loving it.

[...he brought it up. He only has himself to blame...]

Whatever you prefer to be called, I'm sure we can come up with a whole list of projects to keep you busy. Trust me, I spent my whole life inventing shit to do to keep me from going insane. Between us we can work something out, indefinitely.