"Yes, who could forget," he said lightly, a darker edge bleeding into his voice. "We all have our moments, though. Kids' crushes and utter bastards, and whatnot." He had, even if none of them had turned quite as spectacularly wrong as that one. "And probably a little office - staff-lounge, anyway - romance, if you're lucky enough to work with enough fit people." He wasn't going to fault her for that; he'd been bothering someone in the DMLE for about the past two weeks. With no chance of success. "Everyone gets a few bad choices. So long as you come out of it well enough to choose again."