He tapped the side of his nose with his claw. "Dun vorry, sveethot. Hy not tell ennyvun. Hy ken be sottil." He slipped his arm through hers. "Now, howsabout dot date, yah? Dey has a box dot keeps meat cold. Und dere's lots ov odder food, too. Or hyu ken try to tear my head off, like hyu promised." He flashed his fangs at her in a smug smile.