"I'm glad you find it an enticing challenge. And I do appreciate all your help, I hope that goes without saying." Yet it was nice to say it nevertheless. "I have utmost faith in you. You have yet to guide me wrong."
He took the glass of firewhiskey from her fingers and took a nice sip, feeling the alcohol warming him from the inside far more than the fireplace did the outside.
"The raffle dates are completely platonic, I was assured, and that there are no expectations other than that both people share the other's company for a period of time. Actually, Oliver volunteered despite being in a relationship, so I would hope the assurances prove true." He sighed.
"All 'dates' have been donated, and all funds raised will be going to the Fawley Foundation." He made a face. "Which is why I believe Alicia's twins may be the ones to put the bug in Lucy's ear. She was the one who convinced me to volunteer, saying it would help the foundation and that she really wanted me to help. Between you and I, I suspect my mother of having a hand in it as well. I've tried telling her that I've had quite a successful long-term relationship with my job, but I don't think she was as amused as I was." It wouldn't be the first time his mother had hinted - or outright stated - that he needed something more in his life, and no matter how much he argued that he had Lucy and she was all he needed, his mother would argue back just as vehemently. She said she just wanted him to be happy - he said she just wanted more grandchildren.