"You look nice," Nate said, eyes trailing over her form. She did look quite beautiful, and despite the common term he'd used, he noticed. Hard not to notice, and he gave a low, appreciative whistle.
"Shall we?" he asked, his posture somewhat hunched. he'd been about two seconds from calling the dinner off, but Sam had insisted he go. He wasn't exactly happy about it, he'd thought he should stay home, with Sam, but he was there, picking Sophie up to take her to dinner.
He wasn't sure he could deal with that, on top of everything else. At least not without a drink.