Someplace nice in the next room sounded like a prime idea to the boy who was currently working to see just how far she would let him get before her seemingly inexhaustible well of 'wait' kicked in.

"Wait."

Ah. And there is was. It took him effort to not scowl and mutter something about her being a tease. Afterall, he wanted to keep this from turning into a fight; and he managed quite well, though he didn't allow her to fully pull away from him either.

But then, she wasn't quite done with her wait as she went after him about his own news.

It didn't escape him that she'd kicked off her shoes.

And so, for the moment he would content himself with letting his fingers comb through her hair and applying soft kisses to her temple as he breathed his news to her.

"I got a phone call," he said, bringing her hand up to his mouth to brush against his lips. "Ya know I've been unhappy with Arsenal, yeah?" he asked, more in a tone of reminder. "So, I've had my agent putting out some feelers and getting some offers and such. And, I had an offer up at Newcastle and one over at Bolton, but," he grinned, "I just got the call that Chelsea is picking me up. Fabulous, isn't it?"