"Excellent. Tonight is of course, on me." He offered his arm to her, and proceeded out the door with a tiny look of remorse on his face. Of course, he hired Calliope with every intention of the redhead taking orders from Pam alone. He couldn't be bothered with the messy aspect of business, and he figured the two of them would get on like a house on fire. As he walked Pam down the street, through picturesque Manhattan, he was quiet. All that he felt needed to be said had already been said, and he was ready to become the parcel pack mule of the night. He wouldn't say it, but he enjoyed helping Pam shop. It was one of those things where a smile on her face was pure.
He smiled once they hit the district where things were still open. "Your pick of places, Pam. I promise not to say no to anything."