"No, no, no! I still want to do you - I mean, have things to do with you! Things." ahurioshnfguyuj!! "Things that are fun. Like dinner. Shall we eat?" Flustered as he was Paul was still a gentleman, so he pulled Moana's chair out for her at the dining room table. "So you're not...seeing anyone?" he wondered, meaning besides on a strictly drive-through basis.