"Fine," he said, glancing toward the stage, though he couldn't really make anything out, before settling into one of the chairs. "Thank you." He didn't object at all to her paying - although he hadn't forgotten how to count out pounds over the last twenty years. He imagined he'd have his chance. "I'll get the drinks." It wasn't a question. This wouldn't be a bad way to spend the evening at all, he decided, once he'd positioned his chair close enough that there wasn't the width of a table between them.