[The moment he steps down the last stair, his uniform is gone, traded for a white swimsuit as though the tower itself were mocking him. He exhales quietly, resigned to the costume change, though it doesn't stop the faint crease in his brow. The pool spreads out before them, petals drifting on the surface, and Char settles onto a lounge chair with a drink in hand. Wine tonight it seems, and he's brought along the whole bottle for good measure.]

Seems we didn't have much of a choice in dress code tonight.

[His gaze shifts sidelong toward Cantarella, sparing a moment to take in the sight of her before turning his gaze onto his glass.]

I hadn't thought to bring a second glass— my mistake. But if you don't mind sharing, there's enough here for two.