"Mmhm. I suppose so." Stephanie smirked as he posed for inspection. Impulsively, she pulled him in for a kiss, interrupted only by the concierge calling.

"He had better have got us a table. Either that or I'll have to express my signal displeasure." She might have smiled like it was a joke, but Stephanie Shaw's displeasure was a thing better avoided. "I wonder if we'll make some sort of ridiculous headline for going to Vegas. Or has Miss Report grown bored of us?"