Harold looked down at her hand in his, and squeezed back. He noticed her looking at him, but he was a master of keeping his thoughts of his face. Poker face was the best way to ensure a sale. "Its not," he confirmed with a nod before, after a few seconds of hesitation, leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. He smiled lop-sidedly, perhaps the slighting hint of a blush on his cheeks and nodded towards the door, "we should, er, probably go huh? Its getting late and we don't wanna get caught."