George's eyebrow went up at the expression on her face coupled with the blush creeping up her cheeks. What on earth could be going on inside that head to make her act like that? He desperately wanted to know. He leaned forward in his seat so he could whisper across the table.
"Later? How much later?" He grinned, "I think you have ideas and I want invited."
The moment, however, was interrupted as another member of the staff appeared. This must be the... wine guy. Whatever it was she'd said.