"You know, I could really go for a curry right now," Kathryn smukes up at him and shakes her hair out of her face. "Maybe a korma, a couple of beers... You look like you need a quiet night in."

For a relative degree of quiet, anyway. Lancelot may be entirely genuine, but Kathryn has some ideas about what to do tonight that she'd quite like to capitalise on.

In the meantime though, food sounds pretty good.