"You look good," he managed. "I mean, you look well." "Thank you." She glanced at him sideways, an amused slant to her mouth. "Is it the trousers throwing you off?" "Somewhat," he confessed. "But you did say you wanted to be treated as one of the lads, so I shouldn't be too surprised. You make an awfully good-looking chap, is all. Rather caught me off guard." Reaching over, she gave him a firm pat on the knee. "Don't fret, Alphonse. You're not attracted to me. It's just the suit." "Oh, thank god. I was worried I was going to make things terribly awkward."
