"After we get home, of course. That's a very nice wine, try to enjoy it instead of gulping it down like you're preparing to go into battle.
Besides," he points out, lifting his foot to rest between John's thighs for the moment, ever-so-lightly pressing against the fly of his trousers. "If we snuck off together, they'd think we skipped out on the cheque, and then it would be washing dishes all night for us. And that's not a very fun Valentine's, is it?"