Dakin didn't answer directly, letting his smile speak for him. Things were good, but they could be better. He let his head tilt back, not bothering to hide any noise of pleasure that he might make.

"I bet you've thought about it, haven't you? Back in Sheffield. In school. In the middle of class." If he could only get Irwin to own up to that last bit Dakin knew he'd be happy. It would only be fair really, since he had been sitting there constantly thinking about Irwin.