It was something - the promise that Alastor wasn't about to just drop her off in some grand house of his creation and leave her to figure out the rest.

She could, of course, if need be. Lotte had figured out how to scrape together something resembling a life out here, there was no doubt she could do it again anywhere she happened to land. It was only that... for the first time, she actually didn't want to do it alone.

"Looks like my faith was rewarded after all, then." If she'd really suspected he weren't a man of honor, she wouldn't have made that deal, but it still felt good to be proven right.

"Yes, I think we deserve it." Lotte scooped up the glass of whiskey he'd poured for her and held it out toward him.

The whiskey in her glass swirled as she mulled over just what to toast to. Toasting herself was too boastful - she hadn't done it all alone after all, wouldn't have done it at all if not for Alastor, and what was there to toast about a city she'd never seen and could hardly imagine.

"To.. a new life." She hummed, eyes slipping up to meet Alastor's finally, a smirk creeping over her lips. "One we can shape for ourselves."