Like a lamb to the slaughter.

Scratch toasts his coffee and drinks down most of it. Honestly, he's pleasantly surprised, he didn't take Darling to be quite so bold. It's fun. Zipping up his awful-but-warm plaid jacket, he saunters his way out of the community centre, looking back to make sure that Darling's following.

"I had the stove going before I came over here, it should still be a bit warm inside."