[Oh, Annie, you're so-- Annie. He opens his mouth to say something--and then, you know what, never mind, he shuts his mouth and just shakes his head, laughing.]
[He grabs hold of her hand and-- well, you can't exactly grab hold of Annie's hand, nor can you give it a squeeze, but he does something of the equivalent of those two things.]
C'mon now, let's go back. There's at least four surfaces in your room that don't have cold mugs of tea on 'em. I think George tidied up a little.
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[......more than...twice....]
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[more than twice is sort of what he's thinking, because he knows Annie--but he also knows better than to say that aloud.
but it's not going to stop him from teasing her a little.]
Because it's not got Colin Firth in it.
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[Said with a slight lilt of pleasure in her voice]
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Come on. Let's go back.
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Better?
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[He grabs hold of her hand and-- well, you can't exactly grab hold of Annie's hand, nor can you give it a squeeze, but he does something of the equivalent of those two things.]
C'mon now, let's go back. There's at least four surfaces in your room that don't have cold mugs of tea on 'em. I think George tidied up a little.
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I'm still allowed to be cross. Promise you won't defend him!
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[he won't defend George in front of Annie, at least.]
Be as cross as you like. Well, not-- poltergeisting cross, please, I've got stuff in there as well.
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Yes, all right.