Million and I had a hot date today.
It was 96+ degrees, and we don't have air-conditioning in our 130-year-old house.
But we ate lunch together and talked for awhile before each returning to his own business, he being primarily concerned with whether or not BonAmi should have barked at the postman.
(It's a very serious question that must be given some thoughtful consideration before justice is meted out, apparently.)
Any perpetrator of the law must cower before such a judge.