"Well," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he watched her button her buttons (which was a lot sexier than he remember girls dressing ever being. It used to be he just wanted them to get their clothes OFF and then just GET OUT, but now he just found everything about her sexy...), "I was just thinking about that. Maybe this second is a bad idea. I mean, she'd not going to like this, I can tell you that much. I don't want her to be able to have any reason to say I deliberately sabotaged the Harpies chances by springing this on her now. I still think we ought to plan out what to say though. And perhaps that would all go down better with grease," he finished, smiling at her brightly.
He wasn't as stupid as he sometimes appeared, he knew that his smile was disarming, and had a particularly good effect on the lovely lady in front of him.