"And you are always ravishing," Antonin replied with a smile.
"Of course, dear lady."
"Bartender, firevodka for me, and the good stuff, not that potatoski you serve the peasants. The lady will have Ogden's Special Reserve, neat." Their drinks were quickly produced from dusty bottles kept beneath the bar.
"I'll stay here and hold up the bar and watch you prowl. I always do like to see an expert at work."