Castle pats the handiwork she's done with his scarf, then drops his phone into his pocket.

"Hey --" as he's reaching for the door "-- how about dinner tomorrow night? I've got a couple of meetings downtown, but I should be able to swing back your way after seven." He reaches for her elbow and slides his fingers down the length of her arm, squeezing the flesh of her palm. "Barring the appearance of any mutilated corpses, of course."

He crosses both sets of fingers.