*raises his eyebrows and swallows a mouthful of sandwich* *drolly* Doc. You won't be exiting those days for another six-and-a-half months.
*hears the same bewilderment in your tone that he himself is struggling with (he can't think much past getting you alone and taking his sweet time kissing the breath out of you)* No, no, it's fine, I don't mind popping into the House after-hours. Keeps the staff on their toes.
*blinks and smiles, then, at the last* Oh. I'd love that. *almost shyly* What do you have in mind? I'll go shopping before you get here.