Firm handshakes were something that he appreciated it. While he did like the girls he meets to be ladylike, it didn't mean he wanted them to act like weak little wallflowers who give limp handshakes. So that was another plus for Gemma in his book.
He chuckled and took another sip of his beer, "I considered going back to get them, but I see now it's better to leave them there." His smile grew at her comment and the wink, yeah, he was going to have a good time tonight, "That's good to know." His eyes followed her empty glass,
"That I can handle," he signaled the bartender then turned back to her, "So what's your poison?"