Alastair withdrew the bottle from the drinks cabinet and then he fetched his carafe for the water. He nearly dropped both of them when she suggested that she might add a woman's touch to his home.
Before her, it had been years since he had had a woman's touch on anything, let alone his home. And now she was leaning against his table looking breath-taking and he honestly did not know how he ad gotten so lucky. A beautiful woman, no...a Goddess...in his home, at his table, and obviously interested in him.
He gathered his wits about him and he carried the bottle over to the table before filling the carafe with water and ice and fetching his glasses. He gathered the rest of the tools as well; his spoon and the sugar, and when he sat down, he smiled widely. "We'll have to louche this the hard way I'm afraid. I don't have a fountain. Do you suppose that should be part of the women's touch?" He glanced around his home. "I haven't changed the place in years."