Harleen laughed again but it was probably a testament to almost three glasses of wine before dinner more than her date's sense of humor. She was practically glowing, again, because of wine.

She complimented how good everything looked and thanked the waiter. She hoped Crowley would take the chance to eat the extra dish, because at least chewing would keep him from repeating how miserable he was and how much he didn't want to be here.

Somebody at this table was going to have a nice time, goddammit.