Cade arched a brow, amused that Angelina still had no clue as to who she was dancing with. "Really, Johnson, I'm wounded." Though he hardly sounded it. "All the time we tried to kill each other on the pitch, and not even an inkling?" He spun Angelina, then pulled her back into a tight embrace before dipping her. "It's Warrington, Johnson. I don't think I've changed that much."