[He looks down at her helplessly, torn, every fibre of his being wanting her even while he knows it can never be.] Kitty...
[He's saved from having to find words to say any more by the sudden wail of a siren overhead. He straightens instinctively, coming away from the bar and his hand twists to hold hers securely, to pull her with him as he starts for the stairs down to the shelter.] Air raid. Come on.