"I'll just have to make sure I keep it that way," she said smugly. Slipping her wand from the small handbag she'd brought with her, she magically sliced off small bits of cheese and bread for herself so she would not need to reach from where she was comfortably reclining against him.
She only barely nibbled at the portion, however, as his low pitched question and the intended meanings slid in pleasant shivers down her spine. Still, while she found Dylan very attractive, it was only their third date. Far too soon to spend the night together when it wasn't even established in her mind what sort of potential their association might yield. But the alternative suggestion was a muggle club...
Papa would have kittens if he ever found out she'd been to one. Eros was barely tolerated and only for the fact it was so popular with all the right sort of people in her age group. Eros was the 'it' place for young purebloods. As long as it was, it was safe. But, a muggle club? Other than to sow a few wild oats outside the sanctity of the wizarding world, why would one go there? And why would a pureblood gentleman suggest it to a lady?
"There you go getting ahead of us again," she laughed lightly with a faint smile. "We haven't even gotten through the picnic first. For all we know, by the time we're through here, one of us may feel the need to hex the other for some unforeseen offense."