"Did I? Ask you ove on a night that wasn't a school night?" The mischievous way he said it made it clear he knew exactly what night he was asking her out on. Some part of him wondered when the hell had he started realizing which nights were school nights? He hadn't thought about that since he was fifteen, at least. The question was rhetorical, even to himself. He knew exactly when he'd started thinking about school nights again; it'd been right about the time he'd started getting serious about Niamh.

"I'm okay," he assured her. "I liked the face you were making a lot better earlier. The ooooh Tony is sexy face. YOu could make that one again."