"Good. I'd like to take you to dinner tonight." He smiled.
"Second question is: Am I allowed to donate to your hospital again?" It wasn't a romantic question, but it was a matter he'd like to get straightened sooner rather than later. There was a wry smile on his face, indicating that he knew the question was an odd one. There were certainly other hospitals in town he could donate to, but this was the one that 99% of the vortexed/arrivals/whatevers used, and there were people he loved among that list.