"Oh, good. In that case, I'll have to put a bit of effort in more often. See what else I can get away with," he flirted, letting her fix his tie.
Turn his head? He would be lucky if I didn't get whiplash from turning to look at her so often. "I don't think you'll have any problems there," he told her, giving her arm a little squeeze as he guided them out of the lobby and back into the Paris evening.
And there was that flip-flop feeling, the slightly breathless, words fallen out of his head feeling for a couple of seconds. He had the feeling that it really was going to be a long night, of teasing and flirting. The pay-off was going to be amazing, and that was pretty much confirmed. "When have you ever known me to overdrink?" he teased when the words came back.