At her suggestion, his eyes, which appeared greener in the light of the bar, flickered down to her foaming mug. A simper quivered at his lips, especially when she added that teasing remark. There should have been a flashing red sign above her that blinked the letters, 'V-I-X-E-N'.
Damien signaled the barkeep over, tossing out his order. "Bulmer's, please." After, he sent her a sly wink. "Personally, I'm not a big fan of the Irish drinks. But Bulmer's... now that's some quality cider." He preferred the mixture of the alcohol with sweet apple. Most Irish drinks were acquired tastes anyway.