Oh, Angelina thought he was smooth. Well, at least smooth enough for normal circumstances. It was just that she'd have to admit that she knew all the moves. She played them herself a great deal of the time.
Tonight though, she felt a tad bit off and worried about everything so his arm falling across her shoulders was left without comment, and she did think for a moment before answering. "I see a moderately attractive bloke who has a high opinion of himself, but he makes up for it by being a rather brilliant distraction." And it was fairly obvious that she was lying about the moderately bit, because Roger was bloody fit. She knew it. He knew it. Everyone knew it.