He smiled at her and shook his head, meaning, of course, that he found her completely and utterly endearing. At least, that's what he was thinking in his head. Giving her a quick look over, he nodded at her.

"What you're wearing is fine. We'll just head up to The White Bear - up on Kennington Park, yeah? Fish and chips and some beer? I'll not keep ya out late."

He realized, as the last words came from his mouth, that he was sounding a bit desperate; he could only grin, however. Though he'd never been one to allow himself to sink to desperation in most things, it seemed that he'd found his particular Achilles's heel.

"We'll take Drake with us. Sit on the side patio area, yeah? The owner shouldn't mind as long as Drake stays just on the outskirts."