Parker clutched Xander's arm, fascinated with Andrew's ability to talk and talk and manage to seem geekier than the Sir Elton impersonator from the night before. When Andrew asked if it was Xander's first time in England, swallowed a giggle in favor of deadpan. If she didn't do something, Xander was going to be having drinks with this guy out of complete neural shock.

"Xander, sweetie, I know it's impressive, but you shouldn't gape like that," she chided him, giving his arm as squeeze to warn him. Then she grinned wickedly. "Wait. I'll take care of it."

Then she leaned in and laid a Parker special on him, buried both hands in his hair, and did the tigress-claiming-territory maneuver that would be really, really difficult to misinterpret.

Plus, it was fun.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm!