Well, I mean - he's a good friend o' yours, ain't he?
I oughtta meet him if only 'cause o' that... what kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn't?

[She's getting her hand squeezed in return, though he's also going to lean on her again -
More seriously, this time. Snuggly.]

... 'S a good thing my memère can't hear 'bout it, though - I think she'd wring my neck if she knew I was out makin' the veiller with the devil, of all people.