His expression didn't change for a long moment, the taste still too keen on his tongue. Her laughter was good to hear, although he hadn't realised he had missed it. "I don't think I'm as smooth as this stuff." He said, "What do they put in it? Antifreeze?"
He let her straighten his jacket, feeling odd though as she touched him, the light but controlling hands that he, or rather, LiveWire knew could be more than dangerous should she choose to use them in such a way. "Still like me to look presentable?" He asked, although god knew that a $2000 suit should make anyone presentable.
"I would be very greatful if you could remember. Or we could find a bar that serves something other than wine and enjoy the rest of the evening there?" That was too forward he should have realised, but the words fell from his lips without intervention of his brain.