All right, that's definitely confirmation that if they're not presumed to be on a date, they're at least on something. For a moment, North wants to start setting him straight right there, before any more expectations get hung on the presumption that they picked each other up in a bar. Then he smiles, unfamiliar warmth sliding into that smug self-assurance, and he thinks it can't be that long before he changes back. York's been himself this entire time - if a ripple does hit him by now it should be a brief one. Why mess up a rare carefree moment by trying to push him back into the thick of it?

"Aw." He smirks, slinging an arm around his shoulders and nudging him none-too-subtly toward the house. "Do you tell Ramirez he has pretty eyes too?"