*tells himself (as he does every time) that he doesn't feel a little thrill at those words, and even believes it a little (as he does some of the time)*
*holds out both hands, palms up, his brain working overtime to come up with some excuse that sounds legitimate* I...I was walking through the concourse and most of the staff's gone so I couldn't ask for...
*shuts up and swallows hard, giving up the game* *almost defensively* You didn't mind kissing him. You might've Heard me once or twice. Once, even. Ever.