"Ah." Recognition and understanding, both, pass through Alain's expression before he takes a sip. His eyebrows rise. "Good."

"Not quite coffee, but it'll do," Cuthbert puts in. Susan wrinkles her nose at him. "I asked if ye wanted coffee," she reminds him. "But I misdoubt Eddie would've given ye more anyway. He said ye'd be 'jittering and jiving' if he did."

Cuthbert blows out a sigh. "New York."