Humphrey could hear it in Neil's voice, and smiled in return, nodding, "Any time," Before he out right laughed, "Golden Boy? I've not been a boy nor golden for years. Twenty or so, give or take."
He then smiled warmly, "Thank you. Happy Valentine's to you, too. Did you do anything special for the day?" He moved his hand not holding his wine to Neil's leg, since finding that wasn't dreadfully hard with how it pressed to Humphrey's. He rested it there, thumb giving a little stroke, "I trust you had several dates lined up, even, with how busy you've been?"