T: Dinner and her phone number if you can network her. I know you can.

He pouted, accepting the kiss all the same, holding his glasses above his head, "How about No? I was taking care of my needs long before I met you babe. If you need me, I'll be sleeping in the living room and tomorrow, I'll be going out to survey a new location for my shop. And these," he gestured to the glasses, "Shall be kept safe with me. Good luck surviving tomorrow love." Slipping out from under him, he sauntered out of the room. 

 (Sad for him that a day far away results in a cat-astrophe)