After so much time away from the political double speak, it was proving hard to turn off again. Alex really needed to give up being polite and fully move in with Will. (He really didn't fluster this easy. Well he did, but there was something about Wren that just made his cheeks permanently stained red. It was ridiculous and he knew it.)

When the door opened, he smiled and prayed he wasn't as red as he felt. Really, one would think he'd never been to another's house before. "Well, you did invite me twice. I couldn't bring myself to refuse." Especially since he had a feeling Wren actually wanted to hear his stories instead of the usual polite stare.

"I didn't know which you preferred so there is a bottle of red and white in there." Chuckling lightly, Alex handed over the bottle of wine to crouch down to scratch the dog, even as the 'den of iniquity' line got a raised eyebrow. "Hello little one. What's her name?"