Theodore sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose against the impending headache. "You weren't a slag when I was with you," he replied in a low voice which held some of the tenderness of the past. Something had happened to Tracey in the meantime - it was painfully obvious that it had - but now wasn't the moment to get into it.
He reached out to take her hand, squeezing it gently. "I just expected you to be...you. Not go slobbering all over me," he said with a teasing smile.