This time, Luther can't help it. He does just blurt it out, exactly what he's thinking. "That's pretty much all I want," he says, and feels his cheeks heat in a faint blush, and he's grateful that she likely can't see it; it's dark outside and they're facing away from the brilliant lights of the museum exterior, all decked out for the grand opening.

But it's the truth. He doesn't care about landmarks, or museums, or famous restaurants, so long as Allison remains by his side. They're probably both tapped out on culture for the night, anyway.

And there's the matter of their clothes, but he's not even going to broach that as a logistical problem. There isn't time for him to go back to his hotel, and her to wherever-she-lives, and for them to meet back up again afterwards; it'd be too many precious minutes wasted, for something pointlessly aesthetic and insignificant. Because it doesn't matter. The city's just going to have to put up with them in their handsome finery.

"So, wherever you wanna go. That's fine by me."