"Oh, I'd love that," she said, moving in close to him again. So would the rest of London, but they were specifically talking about her, here. "You're too good." She wouldn't tell him, but business hadn't been quite as good now as it used to be.

Nancy makes a face, somewhere between incredulous and pouty. "I do not!" She tells him, though everyone that Nancy knew would actually probably say the exact same thing.

"I hope you don't stay home and drink all the time, when I'm gone," she says surprising herself with how serious she is. She doesn't know- they have separate places still.