"It's all right, Sappho," he answered, squeezing her about the waist. "You don't have to apologise. After all, you were rather preoccupied. But knowing you care about me would never put me off you. Did somebody tell you it might?" He wondered, actually, since Sappho had previously mentioned to him that she didn't know much about dating etiquette. Not that he gave a damn about it much, either, but he didn't want her to worry about saying or doing something simply because she'd been told it wasn't 'proper.'