Satisfied as the men decided to shuffle along with their metaphorical tails between their legs, Michael smiled at Sally Anne and shook his head, "It was no problem, love. Any time you're in need, count on me," he said with a wink.
Patting the hand that looped through his arm, he nodded towards the pub just a few feet in sight.
"Would you like to really get a drink with me or do you have someone to hustle off to?" he asked.