Whether she said that with seriousness or not didn't cross his mind for he only assumed it was all fun and games. That small action of dampening her lips gained the attention of his more intent eyes and he noted how full, soft, and deadly enticing they were. At her second reply, his stare shifted towards hers and one corner of his mouth slowly lifted. "That is unfortunate." He easily whipped out his wallet and tossed out a few bills for the drinks--hers and his. "But I think the luck of the Irish just struck," he sent her a broadening smirk with a devilish wink. "Damien." Knowing they hadn't even given each other's names throughout all this light bantering, he held out his hand. And if it were going to escalate beyond the jibes, he wanted to think of her as more than the sultry, sexy, sorta mental woman.