"The wine cellar?" she asked. "Just you and I, alone in the dark? Goodness, Mr. Allerdyce, how people will talk. All right, but don't come crying to me when they find your headless torso in the East River." Obviously St. John had something on his mind, something which needed saying out of earshot of anyone else, which automatically made it worth listening to. Intrigued, Neena took a quick glance around the halls and then motioned for him to follow her. Slipping from shadow to shadow, they made it down the stairs to the first basement level and then stopped at the door of Xavier's private stock.
"Will sir be requiring anything else this evening, or can he manage to break the lock with his own lily white hands?"