Sweeping out into the cold evening air, Verity didn't even tease Percy about the chivalry. Life was great! She had met a wonderful girl, dumped the jerk she'd been screwing, and was talking to a great- if oddly stodgy- friend on a beautiful night outside!
"It's this little," Verity tried to imitate Tracey's expression, and mostly just looked squity, "come hither look. Like she's imagining what she could do to you if only social convention didn't forbid ripping off other people's clothes in public." She nodded at Percy with enthusiasm. "It's good look."