He'd been about to wave his hand dismissively and protest that it wasn't about money so much as the inconvenience of timing when Elektra's words make him glance at her sharply for a moment.

She can't have known. And yet her insistence can't help but put him slightly on guard. He tries to cover it with a neutral sort of smile. He ought to say something, otherwise he has a feeling she'll take it upon herself to organise a celebration on his behalf.

"I did, actually. Fred came over and spent the evening with me. It was very...pleasant." Oh good god, that has to be the understatement of the year. He rearranges some cutlery and then pretends interest in the food menu again.