Astoria tried not to make a face as he tossed his fag. Littering was terrible but it wasn't like this part of London was nice to begin with. They didn't even have a rubbish bin about, disgraceful. "Thank you, I tried to wear something appropriate. It would hardly do to have a skirt blowing about." Even if she did feel out of her element looking like this. It was like she was missing her armor.
She took his arm, ignoring the slight blush she got at his wink. She should be use to such things but somehow it always had the same effect. It was a bit embarrassing when she thought about it. She couldn't help but stare at everything around her, trying to see what all the fuss was about. If someone got too close for her comfort she had no hesitation when sneering at them to stay back, walking closer to Harold until the cretin got the hint.
"I am well, thank you. The team keeps me busy. They've done much better, but they're in a good place. With some luck they'll make it in the finals yet." Not likely but she held hope, especially if they could get in some solid wins in the next couple of weeks. "Insider knowledge is illegal, as I'm sure you know," she said with a look, "But I would put my money on the Falcons staying strong."
Astoria looked at the building a bit warily, making sure to scan behind them for anyone who might have followed. She should probably have mentioned to Harold that she had a stalker of sorts but she hadn't heard from them in a few weeks, she was hoping they finally got bored. She bit her lip nervously when he said they weren't breaking in. She hadn't thought that was a possibility until he mentioned it, now she wasn't so sure. "Perhaps you should grease it in the future."