She'd be sorely mistaken if she thought that's who Neville meant, but obviously he wasn't about to tell her who he was speaking of--not at such a time like this. Not when she was just getting over Anton, and needing to navigate her own life and emotions. He just kept his fingers moving soothingly, before blinking as her head jerked up.
He looked down at her, and actually laughed a moment, shaking his head, "I think I'll be fine. I can probably catch myself up. Though you are right, you are making me miss the movie. I think that requires you to make it up to me. How could you do that? Oh! We can sit around, cuddled under a blanket, watching a fairy tale, and talking about life. Sound like a good reward?"
He brushed some of her hair out of her eyes, before chuckling, "Because that's what I want to do."