"Am a cheeky prat." He said, but he complied with her demands without protest and pulled the sunglasses from his face. He tucked them into the inside pocket of the jacket he was wearing and then scratched the crest of his eyebrow with his middle fingernail. The fingers of his right hand always felt practically naked unless he had a cigarette between them, and so he had the tendency to fidget. "This is the part now where I'd offer to buy you a pint, if doing so wouldn't out and get me arrested."