"Of course." He put her tablet into her bag, kissed her on the cheek again simply because he could, and then started to wheel her out into the hallway. He was grinning giddily by the time they got to the lobby, and actually laughed when they got to his car. It was a Mercedes, of course - the obscenely wealthy had to try to fit in - but it was a 1999, perfectly maintained. He didn't want to be gauche.