"It's a difficult job. Someone has to do it." He favored him with the best soulful look he could muster on short notice and on the wrong side of wanting to laugh.

He seemed perfectly content to give her access to his lap again, leaning back as though he thought she intended to plop herself down there. "We wouldn't sit in the boxes," he said cheerfully. "It's a lot more fun out in the crowd." He had access to such things but rarely took advantage unless he was having to act as official entertainment or guide to someone of import. "Nothing says we couldn't run into one another in line and just decide to sit together." He didn't like the idea of feeling as though they needed to look over their shoulders constantly.

"Still, you're the one picking the outing, so I'm not going to complain about how you decide to make the arrangements." He thought either would be a good time.