"My own special army." George said with a nod and a wink. "Just you wait, it'll strike when you're least expecting it." He watched as Tom got Oliver his next drink, wondering if he'd had too many himself. Nah.
He reached up to rub his ear with a pained expression. "I'm glad you think so, but do you have to shout it?" He couldn't help but grin, though. "Tonight, maybe. If not, tomorrow for sure. Or tomorrow for sure even if I do see her tonight..."
He frowned a little. Seeing a person that regularly meant something, didn't it?