"Don't stop?" George asked. "You know, I think that's my very favorite thing to hear."
He shivered a little as her bare ankle touched him. "I spent my whole life sharing," he said, "it's time I kept something all to myself." A smile. "Don't worry, there will be magic. Fireworks, too."
He glanced around for just a moment and then leaned across the table. "How much more until we can get the hell out of here?"