His smile widens as he turns back toward her. "I'd like that. I'd like that very much." Rory finds himself drawn back toward the lovely redhead in spite of his recent resolve to leave the storeroom. "I could bring my six-string ... play you one or two of the songs I've been working on. And I haven't met that puppy of yours yet."

He stops a few steps away, knowing the itch to touch will only increase if he gets closer. "What time should I come over?"