"Oi. Not my fault you lost your knobs," Roger said crossing his arms, although this time he hardly managed a straight face. He was soon laughing, leaning against a nearby wall for support. It took several minutes for him to calm before he could look at her without laughing. Stepping toward her again, Roger grinned. "Come on, little hart. I'm only kidding. I'll let you buy me that pint once we get out of here."