Noah gave a smile at the offer to see her armour, "I'd like that," he answered with a nod of appreciation. He found himself endlessly curious about Phasma and her world, but he knew enough about personal relations not to probe too deeply. The cop in him wanted to, but the man managed to stave off the questions that he, himself, wouldn't want to have to face. "Perhaps we can train together some time?" he suggested, "I could probably use a little extra training too. Keep from going to seed," he said with a soft laugh.
He handed off their coats to the cloakroom attendant and palmed off a generous tip, in the hope that Phasma's fur would arrive back in the condition it left them. The chatter from the crowd and the band made his heart beat faster and he found that he was really looking forward to dancing with Phasma. If she moved as gracefully around the floor as she did everywhere else, Noah could see the room sitting up and taking notice of this elegant blonde beauty. That she was on his arm was both miraculous and incredibly welcome, he realised all at once.
"I'm not sure if the liquor's going to be flowing here," he answered as settled beside her chair, leaning against the wall as he watched the people dance. "It's possible the pharmacy ships it in, though," Noah suggested, though whether it would be too big a risk, he knew not. He smiled at Phasma's admission and answered, "it's possible I've indulged a little too much myself in my time. Particularly after my wife died," but you weren't supposed to talk about exes on dates, were you? If that's what this was. "I've come through that, though," Noah said quickly, of both the drinking and the grief.
"If there's something available, I'll find it," Noah said taking off towards the make-shift bar. The $500 the hotel had gifted them with would probably buy out this place, so a little of it as a sweetener would go a long way, if there were some hooch under the counter.
Five minutes and a few dollars poorer, he returned triumphant, with two tall glasses that looked like fruit punch. He proffered one to Phasma saying, "I'm told it packs a punch, so you might want to go slow." It was possible that he did, very much, want to see her dance. Even to the point of breaking the (incredibly stupid) law here.