Fleur pushes the door open with her hip, and with a fresh pot of tea in her free hand.

When she finds Bill in the chair and dressed, she blinks. And slowly smiles.

"Ah, pantz can be very good some dayz, oui?" She puts the tea pot down on their nightstand. Reaching out, she traces the dark scar that run along his ear, just hidden in his hair line. Then his nose.

"Ca va?"