"You will get to see me play someday," he promised, finding this so easy. In all honesty, the press could have had a field day with them and he wouldn't have cared at all.
His attention shifted back to the pitch for a minute. "Hey, pass that bloody thing if you don't have a cleat shot," he shouted along with the crowd. He clapped when the Falcons scored. "It's about time." He stilled again, snuggling back in his seat next to Lori. He wasn't sure of the score either.
"I'm glad you are too much alike really," he grinned. "We aren't that much alike and it works. If we do find someone though, we need to fix him up."
The other subject was harder and his look softened. "I talked to Mum. She knows that I am seeing someone even if she doesn't really want to hear it. She wants me to be seen with women for the sake of the press." He didn't really like the idea at all. There wasn't anyone he wanted to be seen with really. "I might do that, but only to protect you."