"Mr Cloud, [s]he is half your age!"

He did his very best to not smirk; it took him an awful lot of willpower. Turning his gaze back to Plum, he furrowed his brow a touch.

"Ya know, away from the office, you can call me Josh. I prefer it," he added, ignoring the second bit about Michelle's age. Then he grinned like a fool as Plum called him a lout. Really, he couldn't help it. He found it all that amusing.

"I've been called worse," he said, looking to Luke and giving a shrug.

"I made a reservation for three, but I'm sure that we could get an extra chair added."

"Well, there, see?" he said, looking down at Plum and offering his most charming and contrite - yes, he can pull off such a paradox - smile. "'Course, there is the whole problem of Britta waiting on me," he added, aware as he watched the dark-haired receptionist that she really was upset.