[more laughter on her part, which is dampened by the fact that she leans into him and covers her face with his chest, a comfortable place now. Leaning back, she eventually looks up.]

I love the thought that you're my mystery man. So scandalous and enigmatic. What do you say we get out of here and do something like play in the gardens, go to a pub, ride a train, I don't know anything you want to do. We're in London. I'm sure we could find a little bit more time together if you want.