Ainsley smiled, though mildly shocked by the coldness of the guy's fingers. He didn't wonder about it though, just shook the hand and grinned. No one bothered with last names in a place like this, so he thought nothing of that either. He hadn't offered his own, after all.
He tilted his head for a moment, considering. He'd caught the little tongue play, and his own came out just a little to swipe at his bottom lip. Decorum dictated that he stick around for at least a drink or two. But on the other hand he already figured he was going to take the guy up on whatever he was offering. Then again, it wasn't ever a good idea to just walk off with some guy you knew absolutely knew nothing about. He should really stop and get a vibe off him first, make sure he wasn't waking into something dangerous, or something insane. No one wanted a stalker. Even if he was as hot as this guy.
"I think one more drink wouldn't hurt," he said. "I'll let you choose."