"England!" he shouted back, a little hard to hear over the rest of the crowd - he was still a bit hoarse from shouting. But the beer slopping out of his glass as he raised it against Katie's went some way towards punctuating his enthusiasm, at least. "Fantastic. Fucking fantastic." After downing about a third of his glass, he turned to her, grabbed her shoulder, and tried to look as close to serious as he could manage. "Don't get too destroyed, now." Too late? "It's only a week or so away." Which was why he'd promised himself he wouldn't sing; he was going to need his voice then, too.