"You're very welcome; just hoping to be helpful," he said, offering her a charming smile. My, even snickering seemed a thing of natural beauty when she did it.
Her touch seemed to send sparks through him. There were the images again: The fields. The blonde hair, golden tresses. Her laughter. The flowers. He blinked the string of visions aside, sipping his own beer. Had he not been trying to keep up with things through the journals, he would have thought someone had done him the favor of getting him some trippy shit, but this was so different from anything he'd felt before. "Yes, yes, whatever the lady would like," he said, eager to agree to anything for her. "And I cannot object to beer. Beer is good." He considered her question, trying not to focus on the way she'd said his name, so tantalizingly. "I like touring the area. The Acropolis is just... I don't know, magical, for lack of a better word," he said. "Then, of course, there are all those venues you can visit at night. Akrotiri in Kalamaki is tops. Sort of combination restaurant and club; very fun place."