have everything carted upstairs re-packed the boxes
*exhales a little breath, more than a little relieved deep down that he doesn't have to make any more lame excuses at the moment* Perfect. At the risk of sounding like a broken record—thanks. Will we do lunch tomorrow? You'll milk it if you're smart as well as divine, and I know you are.
*letting his eyes take in his surroundings (now that he's hugged you to within an inch of your life), spots a gift box of chocolates on the corner of your desk* *raising an eyebrow* Your no-name dragon again? Or did Perry—oh, Eru, forget I said that he's all wrong for you anyway.