Krem was, at least partially, certain that at this point he could call this all something a bit more serious. However, as was his wont, the prospect of assigning any sort of particular import before the other person carried a risk that gave him terrible nerves. So, whatever this was, he was just happy that it was, and was willing to not think too far beyond that at all.

He arrived at Adaline's apartment was a growler of dark beer that he rather liked from Semele's. He knew that Adaline was expecting him, but he still knocked, and waited patiently on her doorstep, fidgeting just a bit, like he had anything to have nerves about.