"Not a lot. When I see it, perhaps. Although now that you've started the conversation about it, I have to admit that I am at the moment, yes." He paused a beat. "And there was no fucking way you were flying faster than I was, Spinnet."
Leave it, his mind was telling him. Finish the date and then go chat up some random blonde bimbo. Spinnet was...well, Spinnet. They argued and spat, they didn't make innuendo-laden commentary while pretending to have a civil dinner.
Still, the way her cheeks were heating just a bit was too good to pass up, and though he managed to contain himself while the waiter presented their food (pompously, the windbag) once the man was gone Adrian waited only seconds before casually asking, "Why Spinnet- you're looking a little flushed. That because you're thinking about my arse?"