Time has a funny way of completely losing all meaning when a person is wrapped up in something. Or someone. If George had bothered to look at the clock before proceeding to do unspeakable things with the lovely Miss Patil, he might have been surprised at the amount of time that had passed by the time he finally lay his head on her shoulder.
"Right," he gasped, "I'm taking you out every night..." He tried to shift over, but the couch was too narrow. Oh well, nothing for it, he was quite unready to move too much.