"Something like that," Danny replies, comfortably vague for privacy's sake. He leans against the wall, propping himself up with one hand while the other rests on his waist. He wouldn't use the word girlfriend himself but it's definitely a term Amanda had bandied around not halfway through their first date.

"Gynecologist," he nods, knowing immediately how sleazy that sounds. Concocting a wild plan to get a pretty blond on her own outside a bar is definitely more a Peter thing than a Danny thing. He flashes her the briefest of smiles. "That's not a line, I promise."