A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he lets her pull him forward--as he follows, because he'll always follow her. Maybe that's what whatever future version of himself means by 'til the end of days. He hopes he's right about that.

"I brought cash for the valet at the restaurant," he says, taking a seat on the dark leather booth. "But I suppose we can find street parking that serves us just as well. And if I didn't know the rules by now, Stern, the club would've put me on that dismayingly long list of personae non gratae you have backstage long ago."