[Paul smiles at the remark about his 'busy schedule of contemplating mysteries', which is euphemism he can imagine using himself. It makes him sound like a scientist, instead of a red-handed priest.]

I'm certain we'll cross paths before then, my lady. For now, I should see to putting these away safely - especially you [addressed to the purring batkitten] - before things escalate.

[It wouldn't be possible to set a date for rendezvous now, but Paul doesn't want to dim the mood of the evening before it even starts with thoughts like that.]

I recommend the most even looking cake, if you're interested in trying them. I think it turned out best.