A/N: Hello, hello! So, life for Dair fans has sucked for quite awhile, but never more than the past couple of weeks, huh? Goodness. I suppose that's why there's fic and vids and stunning art. Anyway this chapter only covers the first half of 4x19. It was getting so long and clunky. I thought this was a good stopping point for now. Chapter 8 (the rest of 4x19) will be up much sooner than this one. I apologize for the delay but the first part of this was a beast for some reason. It's getting harder and harder to keep these two apart! I might go rogue and flip my own script and put them together sooner than I intended haha In the meantime, I hope y'all enjoy! Oh and huge disclaimer that, obviously, alot of this is not mine and is directly lifted from the lovely Dair writers at GG.

Blair can't decide. She has to strike the perfect balance between looking like she's trying to impress a prince while actually trying to impress a writer. From Brooklyn. She's sure there's something amusing about that. Especially considering that she's Blair Waldorf. But there's no time for humor!

"Miss Blair, you have not taken off that shoe since it arrived. You must rest your feet." Dorota says with concern. Rest?! Blair gasps in shock. And she's missed these shoes! This is bonding time.

"There's no time for rest! Didn't you read Louis' note? He has agreed-"

"By 'agreed' you mean he been blackmailed into?" Dorota gives her a knowing look. Damn, Dorota can always read her like a book.

"It's impolite to interrupt." Blair snaps. "As I was saying, Louis has agreed to help with this scheme and we have no time to waste. He needs to start this today and we still haven't picked out the perfect dress!"

"I so confused. Why you need perfect dress for boy you no like?" Dorota questions. Blair rolls her eyes and continues positioning the dress she's holding over her body. She doesn't have time for this today!

"Because! I need Dan to think I'm trying to impress Louis!" All of these unnecesssary questions are driving Blair even crazier. She just wants to find a dress and get on with it. She needs help or, at the very least, more options. "Where's Serena?" Besides, Eric may think Dan and Serena are done but one can never be sure. She can't get distracted by a nobody only to allow more openings for Serena.

"At Van der Woodsens. Miss Serena been very good daughter since Ms. Lily get sentenced to house arrest." Oh, Lord. Now she has to hear Dorota's take on Saint Serena.

"Well, now she's going to be a very good friend because I'm going to raid her closet." Blair says as she piles all of the discarded items into Dorota's arms and heads for Serena's room.

"Miss Blair, I still not sure what plan is? Maybe if I knew what going on I could better assist in outfit process?" Dorota asks tentatively. Hmmm. She has been dying to tell someone the details of this scheme and since Eric hangs up as soon as she starts talking about it, Dorota it is!

"Well, ok." She starts with a smile. "So, you know Eric told me that Dan has a crush and it then occurred to me that I needed a cr-"

"Yes, yes. I know. Mister Dan have crush so Miss Blair need crush. Give me hot stuff." Dorota says with a spark in her eye. Did Dorota actually just cut her off? And then tell her to get to the point?

"Dorota, please don't interrupt me and then tell me to gloss over important details!" Blair says as she glares at her out of the corner of her eye. Hmmm. This black and cream dress has potential. She tosses it to the side. "As I was saying, Dan has a crush and it made me feel terrible and jealous ergo if I have a crush then maybe he'll feel terrible and jealous and realize that he wants me. It occurred to me that I needed to try the fake suitor scheme again. Only more royal. So-"

"Right." Blair's eyes go wide. Is Dorota really interrupting her again? "I know all this. Tell me details of scheme!" Dorota demands. There's another issue. Since when does Dorota demand things?

"I don't know if you think I've gone soft since falling for someone from Brooklyn, but this interrupting and demanding business will not be tolerated." Blair says with a huff. Dorota shrugs her shoulders guiltily. "So, I contacted Louis and we made an arragement that is mutually beneficial. He helps me get Dan and I don't reveal his secrets. The issue then became how to get Dan involved. It turns out Louis has a royal aide, Lucien, who is also a dear friend. It's Lucien's responsibility to ensure that Louis isn't doing anything to tarnish the family name and to keep bad press at bay so Louis told him what I know and he's agreed to help as well. Lucien has posed as a magazine editor and 'hired' Dan to write an expose on Louis. So Dan will be following Louis and, unbeknownst to him at this time, me! Louis and I will be going to Veselka to make Dan think we're trying to lay low because, let's be honest, I would never get that near to NYU again willingly. Dan will already be at Veselka in pursuit of Louis where I will then tell him to leave because Louis and I must go undetected. Then I'll call Dan, having brilliantly put two and two together, as usual, and act surprised and horrified that he was writing such a piece and reveal to him that he wasn't hired by a magazine at all, but Lucien. I'll then insist that he makes it up to me by helping to throw Lucien off of my and Louis' trail. We'll stage a kiss at the Pink Party for Lucien to see or not see. It won't matter by that point because Dan will be longing for me and then he'll finally have me in his arms." Blair finishes wistfully. "Oh! It's just brilliant! Right, Dorota?" Nothing. She looks over at Dorota who looks as if she's trying to work out String Theory. "Dorota?"

"Miss Blair, this is crazy and detailed scheme. Mister Dan not like that you trick him with job and that you make him think he did something bad to you and prince." Dorota warns.

Blair waves off her misgivings. "We'll be together when I reveal all of my work and he won't care. It's all for the greater good. Trust me. I know what I'm doing. Well, at least with the scheme. Outfit wise is another story. Let's focus." Blair orders.

Thirty minutes later and Blair is closer to perfection. She's still eyeing some pieces though.

"This say sexy and smart." Dorota says as she tantalizingly waves what is either a skirt or some kind of head wrap. Oh my Lord. She looks so proud too.

"No, it says 'let's skip dinner and make a sex tape.'" Ugh. Blair loves Serena, but she really questions her level of taste. It's all designer too. Is Chanel making some kind of club line exclusively for Serena? "Keep looking." She tosses another item into the reject pile when her phone rings. Oh! It's Louis.

"Hello." She answers casually.

"Bonjour, Blair. It's Louis. Did you get the package I sent you?" Why does he sound pleasant and flirty?

"Of course, I did. Although, I must say I was a bit surprised. I thought I made it clear that this wasn't an actual romantic visit. Well, not for us, anyway." Dorota is still trying to offer her some of Serena's less tasteful selections. She shoos her away. "Not to mention, if you had no intention of ever trying to find me you might have sent that shoe back a little sooner. I've missed it." She says forlornly. She can't believe she left such a precious shoe with him.

"You've made the terms of this visit perfectly clear, Blair." He says suggestively. What? "The blackmail was unnecessary. You could have simply asked me to come visit. And I couldn't part with the shoe until I knew I'd see you again. It was a reminder of you." Oh. No. She quickly makes her way to her bedroom and closes the door.

"Louis! I don't mean to be disrespectful to the the crown, but what kind of education have you received in Europe? I've made it abundantly clear that I have my sights set on someone else. That's why you're here. You're the perfect way to make him jealous. You're a prince! That's all this is." She hisses into the phone. "That is why I blackmailed you!"

"Whatever you say." He says dismissively. Oh, this is unbelievable. Now she's going to have to try to keep him in line while managing this scheme. "Where are we meeting?"

"Listen, you need to not ruin this for me. I have no qualms about going public with your little quirk. Do not think for one second that I am an amateur that blackmails without solid evidence and without multiple copies of said solid evidence!" She's not letting him get in her way.

"Blair." Louis chuckles into the phone. "I'm not going to ruin anything. I didn't come here because you blackmailed me. It's adorable that you think my family's legal team couldn't stop you though." Ha! Debatable. "Besides, with Prince Harry on the loose, no one would bat an eye over a foot fetish." Oh! Somehow she always knew Prince Harry would be her downfall. She's panicking. He can't back out. He can't.

"Louis, I-"

"Let me finish. I am here to help you because I like you not because you've blackmailed me." Her jaw is actually hanging open. "You amuse me. I know you're interested in someone else, but maybe if that doesn't work out, you'll come around to me." Oh. Ok.

"O-Ok." She starts hesitantly. "I appreciate all of that. And I appreciate your being here whatever the reason. In the interest of full disclosure, I do want to state, upfront, that I'm serious about Dan. This failing is not an option." She says with breezy confidence. "Now, if you're still game, I'll text you the address of where we're meeting."

She hears her minions trampling into Serena's room just as she finishes texting Louis the directions to Veselka. She's greeted with a barage of questions when she enters Serena's room.

"What's with the emergency text? We're going to be late to class." Penelope asks.

"Oh, I'm not making it to class today. Which is why you'll be taking notes for me." Blair dictates genially.

"But it's nearly finals. What's more important than school?" Jessica asserts more than asks.

"Miss Blair has a date with-" Blair throws her hand up to silence Dorota.

"Actually, I'd rather not say who just yet." Dorota almost blew this scheme up before it even started. Penelope's interested face lets her know she may have cut in a little over dramatically there. She begins adjusting her hair in what she hopes in a nonchalant manner. "I'm taking a page from Gwyneth and Chris. The relationship means too much to me to be dissected by the masses." She recovers quickly. There's some kind of truth in that. She needs to restore the power balance here. She looks at Jessica. "Hand me that MCL cuff... I gave you for Christmas." She gestures for her to hand it over. Jessica reluctantly takes it off and holds it in front of Blair. How unappreciative. Blair snatches it out of her hand and puts it on. Well, not ideal, but this a power move more than a fashion move. She clears her throat. "Ohh, perfect." She says as she brushes past them and collects her purse from Dorota and grabs her plaid coat. Yes, that's right. A plaid coat. She absently wonders if Dan has noticed her recent proclivity for plaid outerwear. Maybe she'll ask him someday.

She is so excited for this scheme as she walks into Veselka. It's too perfect to fail. She immediately spots Dan trying to sit inconspicuously at the counter. Showtime. She quickly replaces her smile with a frown.

"Humphrey! You have to leave." Blair approaches him with mock horror. He looks taken aback at the sight of her. Or maybe scared. Maybe she should have approached with a tad less vigor. "No one can see me here. And although you fall under that moniker, I still need you to go."

"Me? What are you doing here? Deep in NYU territory?" He seems confused. So confused. Perfect! "If you developed a passion for Ukranian food then I think we did spend too much time together." Oh, Humphrey. Never.

"Actually, I'm on a date. You can handle that right?" She says snarkily. Just planting some seeds here.

"We're just friends." He gives her a confused look. Auuugghhh. Friends. She really hates that word. "Date away." Oh! 'Date away.' Lovely.

"Ok." She snaps. That's enough of this. Time to turn the tables. "You didn't see me here." She hears him utter a confused 'ok' as she walks toward Louis.

"Hi, Louis." She greets him with a friendly kiss. "Is he watching?" Blair asks quietly as Louis gets her chair.

"Uh, well, he was." Louis says tentatively.

"Was?" Blair snaps her head up to see Dan fleeing the restaurant. Oh. Either her plan is working faster than even she anticipated or he feels guilty about following Louis. Knowing Dan it's the latter. No matter. He saw everything he needed to see. "Alright then our work here is done. I'll call you later with details for the Pink Party."

"You're leaving? We just got here." Louis almost knocks his chair over in his haste to question her.

Blair lets out an annoyed sigh and rolls her eyes. "Louis, we were only here so Dan could see us. Besides, the only person I eat here for or with is Dan. So, yes, I'm leaving." She smiles as she heads for the exit.

She waits a couple of hours before she calls Dan. He picks up on the first ring. She feels a rush when she hears his voice. It's just so familiar and warm and interested. Every time he answers it's the same. It's amazing what a simple "hey" can do to a girl.

"Meet me at Paul Smith in half an hour. You know why and you should be ashamed of yourself." She gets it all out before he can interrupt her. She is too good at this.

"How did you find out?" He seems more curious than guilty. Really. He should know by now that no one gets anything past her. Although in this case she did set it all up so there was nothing for her to find out but still. And how she found out is not the point! He should be more worried about how he's going atone for his sins...that she created.

"I always find out. Just be there!" She orders and hangs up the phone.

She's only been at Paul Smith a few minutes when she sees Dan walk in. She smiles to herself as she watches him search the store for her. It's not often she gets to observe him unnoticed so she accepts the moment. He's such a mix of confidence and curiosity and uncertainty. She loves how out of place he seems here. It's refreshing. After a few minutes she decides to put him out of his misery. And she's missed him and she just wants to interact with him again.

"Humphrey." She taps him on the shoulder. He whirls around and gives her a brief smile. He feels bad. Now she feels bad. Greater good, Blair, greater good.

"Thank God you found me. I thought I would be swallowed in a sea of metrosexual, business casual menswear." He says wearily. She gives him a pointed look.

"It is that precise attitude towards men's fashion that made it so easy for me to spot you. You stick out like a poorly dressed sore thumb." She's rewarded with a soft chuckle.

"I can only conclude that, for my safety, I should continue to dress poorly. I'm so glad we finally agree." She scrunches her face and shakes her head at him. He mirrors the action. She gives him a small smile before turning and heading towards the ties. He follows. He knows when to let her lead.

"Blair, I swear I had no idea." Ah, she was wondering when he would bring that up. "Some magazine editor called me out of the blue to write an article on your prince and-and I backed out the minute I knew he was with you." He says it so sincerely that she feels bad again. Why is he always so nice? It makes it difficult to scheme. She just has to remember that this is for him too.

"Oh, you should have been suspicious the minute someone wanted to pay you for your writing." Oh, that may have been harsh. He can't suspect her, though! She's relieved when she hears another soft chuckle behind her. She loves that he rolls with her punches. Especially at a time like this. She'll make it up to him later. "That wasn't an editor. It was one of Louis' royal handlers and your desperate need for literary validation cost me the greatest date of my life."

"Well, I'm sorry." She stops perusing the ties to turn and look at him.

"I know you are." Actually, he really didn't sound that sorry, but this is no time for semantics. "And that is why I'm giving you the opportunity to make this right. Louis told his handler, Lucien, that he came to New York for a charity event tonight," Blair holds one of the ties she's picked out for him up to his collar. Mmmm. Maybe. She watches him watch her experimenting with the ties as she speaks. "Lucien doesn't believe him so when he comes to pick Louis up from the party to take him to the airport we are going to convince him that Louis is a casual summer acquaintance and that you and I are madly in love." She says wistfully. It's only a matter of time really.

Dan eyes her suspiciously. "Why would he believe that?" Oh. Like it's really that out of the ordinary.

"We are going to stage a private intimate moment for Lucien to stumble upon and when he realizes that Louis was telling the truth and he has nothing to worry about, he'll go back to Paris and leave Louis behind...for me." She concludes happily. She turns to head for the register as she's also found the perfect tie for him.

"No way." He says incredulously. She knew he'd react this way. Dan is nothing if not righteous.

"I thought you were my friend." Her least favorite word. She turns to give him a quick pout.

"I am. Which is why I'm going to point out to you what a bad idea this is." He says as he follows her. She stops to face him. "For starters, Serena's going to be at this party." Yes. She also knew that'd be argument #1. So predictable.

"She's staying with Lily tonight." Blair replies with a smile. At least he isn't aware of Serena's schedule.

"Fine. Then everyone else in the world will be at this party. We'd have to tell Serena about the plan." He says as if there's no other way. If he's not interested in Serena then why is he so hell bent on telling her every detail of his life?! Sheesh.

"Absolutely not." Serena is not a part of this plan! It's not time to tell her anything yet. "You and I faking a kiss...Do you really want to have that conversation with Serena?"

"Can't be half as painful as this one." He says as if he's actually uncomfortable. She sighs in annoyance. How rude. Serena can't know because a. she doesn't want her to and b. Serena might as well be Gossip Girl, or Nate, for the way she spreads news and she would undoubtedly tell Chuck who would undoubtedly tell Serena about the other not fake kiss. Then there would be an Upper East Side Inquisition. That is one headache she doesn't need right now. And who knows what Chuck might do period. He's a loose cannon.

"Think ahead, Humphrey. What if Serena tells Chuck? Who, though up to now quiet about our misbegotten make out, decides to speak up in the face of this latest insult." God, does he really want Chuck spilling everything to Serena? Or lurking around?

"When you bring Chuck into it you're far more convincing." There's that brain she so adores. "Ok. Fine." She can't hide her smile. In a few short hours she'll be making out with Humphrey and then who knows what. Finally. "You're paying for the tie." Oh, gladly. She whirls around to head to the register.

Dan holds the door for her as they step out of the store. "So, what's the plan from here, Waldorf?"

"You take your tie and go turn into Dapper Dan. Meet me at my house in two hours for a final strategizing session." Lies. She'll use any excuse to be alone with him. "Also I need to make sure that you're fit for public consumption. Lucien won't be convinced if I'm kissing Writer Dan." That is not a lie. He once turned up to one of Lily's parties with a crooked knot in his tie. It was horrible.

He rolls his eyes and heads in the opposite direction. She can barely hear him muttering something about Dapper Dan and Writer Dan.

She smiles to herself and calls after him, "Two hours, Humphrey!"

He waves her off without turning around. "Two hours."

She hasn't even finished getting dressed when there's a soft knock on her bedroom door almost exactly two hours later. She's used to dealing with Chuck's timetable. He would always take more than the allotted time to get ready. And then finally show up in an ensemble that would force her to change into something equally grandiose. She sighs in relief. She will not miss her days of trying to outdress Chuck Bass.

"Who is it?" She calls sweetly. Why won't this dress zip?

"Really, Blair?" Dan calls out in annoyance. "Have you managed to find more than one sap who is willing to help you get a prince?" Well, actually. She did manage to also find a prince who is willing to help her get a sap. So...

"Humphrey, I do not like that sullen attitude. And if you roll your eyes one more time, I'll send you into this scheme blind." She lets out a frustrated huff.

"The horror." He says mockingly. She snarls at the door while she's still fighting with her rebellious zipper. "And if you do your signature snarl one more time, I'll send you into this scheme alone." Hmph. "Seriously, are you going to grace me with your presence anytime soon? I really just want to get this night overwith." She frowns sadly and sits on her bed.

"Oh, please, Humphrey. We both know this kiss is the highlight of your night. Probably your life." It comes out with almost no bite and almost all question. He's silent on the other side of the door. He must be getting impatient. She tries her zipper one more time. "I-ugh-I can't get my dress to zip." She whines and stomps her foot. She too wants to move this night along. For an entirely different reason than he does, though, she thinks defeatedly. More silence. "Are you still there?" It usually takes more to offend him. "Dan?" She calls out meekly from her place on the bed.

She finally hears rustling outside the door. "Yeah, yeah. I'm still here. Of course. Do you-" He clears his throat. He probably ran a hand through his hair. Oh, Jesus. He better not mess up his hair. That's assuming he managed to get it to look un-messed. "Do you need help? May I come in?" He asks hesitantly.

"Oh." She says almost to herself. Why didn't she think of that? "Yes. To both questions." She places her hands in her lap and sits primly waiting for him to come through the door. To her rescue. For someone who wants to get a move on he sure is taking a long time to open that door. She's about to say as much when he finally enters. Her eyes flit over his body, his tie is straight, quickly to his hair, hoping he doesn't see her checking. He did manage to make it look un-messed. Then they land on his face. Her heart beats faster. Dapper Dan, indeed. He looks so handsome. And he did all of this simply to help her get another boy. She meets his eyes and smiles warmly.

"Blair." He says it with such appreciation that her smile falters. "You look-You look beautiful." He nods his head and gives her a small smile.

"Thank you, Dan. You look handsome. One might even say... dapper." She gives him a playful smirk. He chuckles and shakes his head. They hold each other's gaze for a moment before he looks away and then meets her eyes again. Only his eyes are less warm and more distant than before. She doesn't like that. Not one bit.

"So." He claps his hands and moves towards her. "This offensive zipper..." He trails off as he holds his hand out in front of her. She places hers in his and lets him help her to her feet. Oh, she likes that.

"Ri-Right." She gets hung up on their hands together. The contact. The spark that started in her hand and surged all the way through the rest of her body. How does he not feel that? She wonders absently. She finally tears her eyes away from their hands and finds him looking at her quizzically. She takes a step forward, closer. All she can think about is being closer. He moves forward, closer too. He looks down at her hand in his, then he looks in her eyes. He tilts his head and smiles so faintly it's almost more confusion than smile. Like he's feeling and thinking everything she's feeling and thinking and wondering if she's feeling and thinking it too. She is. She is. She just needs him to make a move. She's screaming at him in her head. If he feels it why isn't he doing something about it? She starts to doubt herself and the hope that he's feeling anything remotely similar to what she's feeling. She frowns slightly. He steps back and lets go of her hand.

"Turn around." He says softly. Blair furrows her brow. "Your zipper? I'm assuming it's in the back." He says it like he doesn't have time to play anymore.

"Oh. Oh, yeah." She says as she does as she's told. She can feel him moving closer. She doesn't know what it is but something about this situation, with her dress half open, and him approaching her like this is making her breathing come up a little short. No, she knows what it is. It's a situation that she wants to happen more often. Only with Dan's hands moving her zipper in the other direction. The room is charged. Her heart is pounding. She shivers when she feels his hand brush against her back. She closes her eyes. Oh, God. He's taking his sweet time getting this zipper up. He steps even closer until she can feel his breath on her neck. "Humphrey?" She breathes out quietly, raggedly.

"Sorry, it's stuck." His answer mirrors her own quiet, ragged question. He groans in frustration. He has no idea what frustration is! She feels him pull the dress a little tighter and yank the zipper up. Spell. Broken. Her dress! Ahh! "What? Sorry. It just needed a quick yank." Oh, she must have yelped out loud.

"If you and your clumsy Brooklyn hands rip this dress, Humphrey..." She whirls around to face him. He rubs a hand over his jaw and rolls his eyes. "What did I tell you about rolling your eyes?!"

"Please. If you don't tell me the details for this scheme then you're the only person affected. I could not care any less about this." He snaps. "And despite what you think about me, you're not the first girl I've zipped a dress for and you won't be the last. I know what I'm doing." Blair's taken aback by his outburst. She didn't mean it like that. What has gotten into him tonight? And she won't be the last? Oh, she will show him. She notices the crease in his brow and his crossed arms. She shifts uncomfortably and looks around the room. He's really upset. He softens, barely, when he sees that she's noticed his body language...as if the verbal communication hadn't been enough. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Blair. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I made a mess of your date earlier and I told you I'd help with Lucien and I will. I will. Let's just get on with it, please." He turns toward the door and ushers her out of it.

She hesitantly leads him to the living room so she can gather her coat and purse. She pauses when she's in there. What is she doing? Why is she doing this? She seems to just be annoying him at this point. He comes up behind her and places a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, I'm really sorry. I don't want to ruin this for you. I don't want to ruin anything for you." Oh, that's why. She slowly turns around and eyes him with fake suspicion. He laughs softly. "I'll behave better. I promise." He holds his hands up in surrender. She nods and gives him a small smile.

"There's that loyalty I so appreciate." She says breezily. Their dynamic restored at least temporarily. She moves to the mirror to reapply her lipstick. He stands a good, or bad, in her opinion, distance behind her and watches her. She can feel his eyes on her. Her breathing starts to falter again. She hesitantly lifts her gaze to meet his in the mirror. There's a moment when their eyes meet that's heavy and electric. That. Is. It. She's about to turn and push him onto the sofa when he darts his eyes away. Ok. Well, there will be lots of pushing onto sofas later.

"So, details?" Dan pipes up from behind her after she continued putting on her lipstick.

"Louis is going to store his suitcase in Blaine Trump's butler's pantry and when Lucien arrives, you and I will rendezvous there." She smacks her lips confidently and puts her lipstick back in its tube. "Ok. I need to get going. You clear on the plan?" She asks as she moves past him to her purse and coat.

"Uh, yeah, I think I'll be fine once I figure out what a butler's pantry is." He says, bordering very precariously between humor and complaint. Hadn't he said he was going to behave? Oh, his attitude tonight is just impossible.

"You're a cater waiter," Blair eyes him incredulously as she searches through her clutch for her phone. "You know exactly what a butler's pantry is. Where is my cell phone?" She only looks at Dan's exasperated face for a second before she registers that disaster has struck. "Omg. They moved the Pink Party."

"Who moves a party?" Dan asks in confusion. Really?

"It's not who that should concern you." He gives her a frustrated look and tilt of the head. He looks like he is literally holding in a tidal wave of snark. She ignores it and continues good naturedly. "It's where. Lily's."

"So, that's it then, right?" His relief is enough to nearly send her over the edge.

"No." She looks down for a moment and calculates. No, this still works. She's not stopping now. "The plan is still on." She says confidently.

"In front of my Dad? Lily? Serena?" He says with frustration. As if she isn't aware of these things.

"Not in front of. Under the nose of." She clarifies. "We just need to be careful. I'm going to call Louis and tell him it's a go. Meet you there." She pauses and eyes him. She needs to get him back in this. "Screw this up...it's your head." Her fake smile is met with one from Dan. Oh, he is really in a mood tonight. He'll be over it soon enough.