He knows there isn't. Doesn't want there to be one - he may be mentally a teenager at the moment but when it comes down to it, he's not about to rick losing Random. And he knows Mary Anne too well to be able to honestly say it would be a simple one-off thing. Nothing's simple with her.

'Yeah. Maybe.'

Never.

'I'm going home. I'll see you around - let me know when you're going to be in the bar and I'll bring an ice pack in anticipation.'

He doesn't smile as he slips out of the door.