*blandly* It's what I do. Servant of the public, yadda yadda yadda. *ditches his shoes as well* Yeah, the warranty's good for a year—I'm mostly thinking it's bad timing, because now it's either a taxi or a shut-in tonight.
*shrugs out of his jacket (brr, cold) and holds out a hand for yours* *smiling* Not that I mind being stuck with you. I thought we might go out for dinner, is all.