"So we're staying here then?" he asked, slipping an arm around her waist as they walked to a booth. "A privacy? Royal treatment, I see."
He let her slid into the booth first, and followed close behind, sitting a bit too close for a first 'date.' "Talking. . . I can handle that. But I might need a drink or two. Will you be alright with that? I wouldn't want to get too pissed."