"She might worry about that, yes. She'll just lecture me latter and then I'll mention Mallorie and I'll get a snort and she'll storm off. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't call Cobb," he admitted.

"Is that so? Horrible man," he said, downing his wine. "I'll have you know I'm barely buzzed. Horrible state to be in with this party.

"Well, I plan to be sober for that. That won't be tonight," he said cheerfully, taking the flask and a drink. "So tell me. Does Cobb know Mallorie is smitten with you or is he clueless?"