[And he's already drawn breath to fight her for the right to a couple of hours casual company. The words it's not a date die on his tongue, though, because if he's not hearing things, she just said yes.

He's living in a giant hallucination, which means there is always the possibility that he's hearing things. But he's still not someone who looks a gift horse in the mouth. That smile might be forced, but she's forcing it on his behalf, and that can't be a bad sign. His, in return, tries not to be as smug as it nontheless looks, as he pushes himself back from the table and to his feet in one movement.]

Great. Blue Light? They've got this cocktail hour thing going on, I've been meaning to check it out. [He looks her up and down, helpless to deny the impulse.] Do you want to change first?