"Mmm...maybe," Paul admitted. "It was bound to happen sometime. I've been distracted but I guess that's no excuse." He glanced down at the bottle. "Aw, you brought grape juice? Very nice choice." That was certainly a first! Maybe Sheila wasn't big into alcohol. He could respect that, even if he did appreciate the mind-numbing powers of fine liquor. "But no, I highly doubt you'll pick someplace terrible so I trust you," he went on, locking the door behind him with one hand. "I can drive?"