Most of the information Kit had gleaned in relation to Booker had come from snatches of conversations had by pixies, who always seemed so eager to gossip about the Cirque's new arrivals. As such, he hadn't put much stock in what he had heard, preferring instead to form his own opinions. While Booker seemed much more relaxed now than he had a few minutes ago, Kit wasn't unobservant enough to miss the fine cut of his suit, the smart glasses, or the way in which he carried himself. From those tiny details alone, he could tell that Trent Booker was typically a lot more composed and serious than he currently was acting. It was this knowledge that gave him all the more reason to enjoy the moment while it lasted.
"I'm easy." Kit said, opting not to elaborate on whether he was talking about his drink preferences or something a little more personal. Both were applicable and Booker could take it however he wanted. "I'd like to have dinner with you again though. Maybe after our next move? To sample something different."