[Jezebel waits outside, standing casually when Ianchus makes his exit, in spite of the crackle of tension that's seared their interaction.

When Ianchus walks out after him, he turns to him and says easily:]

If we're to do this, it might make more sense to go to your home, rather than mine. I've had people stop by my home for assistance in the past, and I would hate for someone to spot or hear something and misinterpret.