[And perhaps the bright arc of his smile doesn't do for her what it might do for some other women, but it seems bright and - she thinks - genuine, which proves to be enough for her.]

Fair enough, I can't fault you for that. I mean, who wouldn't want to spend time with me?

[Besides almost everyone she's ever known, but never mind that. They were clearly a bunch of calcified morons. She glances about and feels a subtle sinking sensation on realising that yeeeaaah, they're pretty much surrounded by people from all angles, and imagining someplace quiet in this heaving, throbbing city is almost an impossibility. But maybe there's somewhere less crowded they can reconvene at, at the very least?]

I guess I could settle for moderately crowded, rather than so crowded I couldn't unsheathe my sword without accidently cutting someone in half.

[Which is a joke. Probably.]