"Two days ago," he said, taking his wallet back from her and slipping it into his pocket. "And let's just say I met a new friend. . . and the prospect of going to jail wasn't something I was ready to deal with."
Leaning in, he kissed her cheek and smiled. "Point is, I did it, and now I'm here. Are you ready to go?"
He didn't really want to talk about being registered. He'd done it, even though it was under protest, and that was the end of it. At least she wouldn't be trying to convince him to do it anymore. They could concentrate on other things. "I've gotten us reservations at a Greek restaurant. I hope that's alright."