Oh. He definitely didn't lock the bathroom window, and for one simple reason: it's too damn high for him to reach on his own. He'll have to get Bel. Or a step stool. Or something.

He trails after her, all the more fascinated after that little revelation. Goodness, he can just picture her scaling the walls somehow. What an extraordinary woman ... "As do I," he says, just the slightest bit awed. "We'll be here to receive her when you do."

He'll stay on the balcony for a while; he wants to watch her go.