The comment of it not being a competition actually made Booker laugh a little. Everything with this meeting was a bit of a contradiction to his usual self but for the moment, he really didn't mind. He supposed being caught in a state like that was enough to change anyone for a short period of time. Mussed hair, his jacket not perfectly straight, a social nature. Laughing and smiling. Not like himself at all. He was a serious man. It was a surprise he wasn't speaking in contractions to go with all of the other pieces.
Continuing the contradiction, his lips twisted a little at the side at the second bit. "Usually handsome strangers get treated to some whiskey of choice. The dinner on hand was just as good, even without a liquor." It wasn't in him to flirt either, but here he was, doing it anyway. He was making a bad first impression of himself if Kit expected him to be this way always. He wasn't going to say anything about it. "Maybe next time."