The vampire's eyes followed Ariadna as she sat down, entirely unbothered by his lack of invitation or her lack of hesitance. There was something about her that seemed to command the space, as though she very rarely needed to ask for anything. It spoke of a strength that Kit admired.
"Luckily for the both of us, I do," he said, moving over to the kitchen cabinet and pulling out two bottles; one of gin, an old favourite that he couldn't seem to kick, and the other of whiskey. "Pick your poison," he said, grinning down at her as he set the alcohol down and went in search of glasses. "I'll try not to be heartbroken that you won't end up becoming Mrs. Turner any time soon."