"I'll try not to." Although now that she said it, it was ten times more likely to happen. It wasn't necessarily always true that concentrating on something produced better results.
"Ah - thanks..." He'd pay for the drinks, then. He felt a little uneasy about letting her pay for anything - it wasn't like he was on any sort of budget. And plus he got paid a lot for doing next to nothing on most days.
When they had managed to stumble their way over to the drinks stand, Ryan got a coke float for himself, a 'whatever the lady wants' and offered up his cash.
As he pondered more on shooting games and the kinds of things he had been doing for a living, it occurred to him that if she ever found out who he really was, she might freak out the same way that he was freaking out right now over her.
"...how's your drink?" he asked after a moment's silence, deciding that it was something he didn't want to think about after all.