"I definitely forgive you," she said, eyes turning slightly serious, brow furrowing. She could forgive him anything. Really. She could. Smiling and wrinkling her nose playfully, Mandy leaned down kissing him gently. "You really don't want to leave me behind," she murmured against his lips. "And they're not at all talented or more handsome." She pressed a firm kiss to his lips. "Course, the handsome thing could be true... I do have a thing for Irishman. One in particular."
Turning around, glancing at the clock, she looked back at him. "Speaking of the time," she said, furrowing her brow. "It's getting a little late. I should probably go. Especially if you're making me get up early for a portkey to Ireland."