He took her hand again and led her away from the dance floor to where a many-armed bartender was making drinks.

He thought about talking about the time she should have off, and why it was better for her health and all that...but if he pushed it further, she'd say 'no' to even going to France. He wouldn't push it.

"The best sort of dates are the ones that are improvised," he said, handing her a glass with a red, fruity concoction in it.