The laugh comes back and he puts a hand over his face, embarrassed and delighted all at once. It felt good to laugh. Except she had asked him a question, a night-changing question.

Perhaps even a longer-lasting change than that, dependent upon her and how the night went. But for now he could perhaps just worry about this one night, and how he didn't really have any right refusing anyone so amaazing right now. And she was: amazing.

"Let's go," he's saying instead of anything else, rising up off the couch and offering her his arm. Champion is so judging him, but Chris isn't concerned by it. He's just a dog!!!