No need to lie, darling. You've my full attention, particularly when I'm fully at attention.

[His smile was brilliant as he settled alongside her, hand resting at her waist in that proprietary way men had of staking their claim without bashing others over the head. 'Mine. No touching allowed', that hand said, and while Chloe might claim not to be jealous, that didn't stop the looks of jealousy from being directed at her by the other women in the room.]

Oh, you know, this and that. Love and marriage and the swinging sixties and how helpful he's been in getting you sorted.