"You do what you want with your friends." He shifted in his chair, one arm slung over the back and his thumb and forefinger drummed on the edge. "You know, dish out the compliments. Flowers and rainbows. I just wanted to ensure a second date. You never know what would happen here. I could wake up tomorrow and be Pinocchio." The scary thing is, he had no idea if that were true or not! And it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. "But I guess we'll see how the first one goes, eh?"