(Well, you know. 'All in a day's work' and that sort of thing.)

"There would be more than enough," he says, rolling his eyes, before he has a thought. He straightens a bit. "Unless that is what you wanted."

He is vaguely reminded of when they'd gone to Fulkeston; there had been far too many girls, then, too many of them wanting a piece of him. It was as though he had suddenly become a very delightful dinner. He was no where near used to that sort of attention and he has a feeling this would be no different.