Susan noticed that the compliments made him smirk just a little more, and stand just a little straighter.
Her own robes were not the newest, but she had never been one for high fashion. "What, these old things?" She waved away the compliment, but did let him kiss her under the ear.
Closing her door, she wrapped her arms around his as they headed out. It was still quite cool, and Susan was happy to snuggle up as they walked. "Do you think Bletchley has it in him to run a successful pub?" she asked, knowing now that he was a friend of Cass'. "Or is he likely to drink away the profits?"