Already, John can see something calm in Dresden. He has the token he wants and it was paid for, in his mind. It is as much a relief for John; living in close quarters with Dresden has not been the smoothest process, and has required no small amount of handling.

This has perhaps been handling the wizard as well, but that's fine. Anything so they don't have to replace any more lightbulbs. And the quite reassurance that should he fall, Dresden will at least know... it's worth the hair.

"Sleep well," John says, and excuses himself to his room, closing the door behind him and at last going to bed.