"Not your fault," he reiterated, rising when she did to shrug back into his jacket and glance at his watch. He was going to be a little late for his meeting, but he would feel weird leaving before she did. He didn't have long to wait before the men who'd delivered the cake were back to wheel the thing away. Danny scooped up the woman's wig from his desk to hand to her and then walked her towards the door. "Um, Happy Valentine's Day," he said dully, still feeling awkward about the whole thing.