Atlas chuckled. "Other thing?" he questioned. He wanted to question her use of the word 'couple' more, but decided not to touch on that subject, since he knew she was already iffy about calling their outing a date.
He nodded to the waiter when he brought their wine, and sipped slowly at it, watching her across the table in the candlelight. She was beautiful.
"He said that too," he grinned. "About doing it more for myself. . . I don't believe either of you. I was getting along perfectly well without the bloody card, but then he smelled me." Atlas sighed. "I was out in the Alley, just a normal day. I was trying to figure out what types of flowers I was going to bring to you tonight, but Ronan was out on patrol. He smelled what I was and then it just went from there."
Shaking his head, he sipped from his glass again. "But it doesn't matter. It got done. And now all that's left is for us to go to Ireland, and I can continue to redeem myself to you."