Here he is trying to be good and professional and she's giving him looks that could melt the most serious of men, while saying things which make it damn near impossible to concentrate on driving. Given what's on offer, however, he's got a good incentive to keep a clear head for the time being.

"I thought it best not to drink any more unsupervised," he quips back as he starts the jeep up again.

He takes the scenic route out of the paddock, allowing Yennefer as much time as he can to watch the animals before they disappear from view. Though he takes a shortcut to avoid the camera-lined main routes, he gives her a heads up when they start to approach the island's worker villages. There are walls and a gate which opens up automatically at the flash of Muldoon's badge. Inside are a few rather basic looking buildings, and most of them are residential in some shape or form.

It's to one of the quiet, nicer looking bungalows pressed up against the outer wall which Muldoon parks outside. Though he glances around, the area is very quiet this time of day and there isn't a soul to be seen. He opens the jeep door for her and closes it behind her once she's out before opening up the front door and stepping inside.

If there was any doubt that Muldoon was rather utilitarian, it would be dispelled by stepping inside his island home. Other than a few books and photographs, he hasn't added a single bit of individualised decoration to his home. Nor is anything really out of place, but that's more a testament to how little he stays here. Still, it's small but light, neat, and furnished properly as if ready for a magazine photographer.

Muldoon glances at Yennefer as he steps inside. "It's not a castle, but it does the job."