Maddox smiled. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know my secrets, but where would be the mystery in that?" he said, teasingly. He leaned forward, bringing his foreheads to rest on the table as he looked at Molly. It was actually strange to be having dinner and knowing they were more than just friends and co-workers. They were more. He liked that thought. "Something about me? How about my drink choice? It depends. I'm an ale man, but I also don't say no to red wine when the situation calls for it."