Bea's head tilted, the bottle paused halfway to her mouth, a small smile tipping her lips as he took the bottle and opened it. He behaved as though he was rather shy, and Bea found that oddly endearing. It'd been a long time since she'd seen someone so attractive behave in such way. "Well," she said, leaning in, her voice soft and conspiratorial, "I don't want to blow your mind before you've given me your name, but I'm a pretty nice girl, handsome pants."