"Well, you probably should," he pointed out, needlessly. She knew that, and if she hadn't before this conversation he'd essentially said the same thing earlier. He could tell what her look meant, too, and was reminded that her love life wasn't really any of his business. He certainly didn't want to get into any details of how things were going with Zelda, and not just because of the fallout of the luncheon earlier this month.

"Sorry," he said, putting his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender. "Your life, not mine."