There was very little in this world that could embarrass George, and a squealing girl on his arm wasn't one of them. With a small chuckle, he steered her toward the door to the restaurant. "Parvati, my dear," he muttered to her, "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but they might not let us in. Save your energy for later, all right?" He kissed her earlobe and led her through the doors being held open by men in suits.
He stepped away from her long enough to speak with the host, who started off immediately for the heart of the dining room. "Reservations go a long way," he said to Parvati as he offered his arm again.