The nip at his ear had his body thrumming, a thrill to knowing she likely had the very same thing in mind that he did. A drink or two, that was all, before he'd suggest she come over to his - everything about her screamed that she'd say yes. It was a delicate balance, the whens and hows of extending the right invitation at the right time, but Julian had years of experience under his belt.
As they reached the bar, his eyes smoothly roamed over her body in pure appreciation, accepting the invitation of her cleavage and trailing down to where her legs were displayed so beautifully. He could already imagine how gorgeous she would look, her dark skin contrasting with his silver-toned satin sheets. He pressed back, his hand sliding to her hip.
"One Dragon's Breath shot, please," he offered to the bartender, even while his eyes never left his companion. It wouldn't have surprised the man behind the bar as this was far from the first time Julian had met someone at Wingbeat. "There's something about the heat that's quite delicious. If you haven't tried it, I'd definitely recommend it."