She almost made it too easy. Regardless, he had already won. In fact, the idea of showing off his homeland and their own beer was just too much for him to resist. And he had a feeling they'd be spending more time together yet today anyway. Pity about the dancing, but so worth it.
"Ok, Lovely. I accept your terms." He tasted his frituur with the recommended aioli, nodding his appreciation. "Good," he mumbled, taking another bite. Then another. Letting her think he was considering it when he already knew what his answers would be.
"Okay- three guesses." Bes was trying very hard to look very serious, even if the twinkle wouldn't quite leave his eyes. "Are you Hindu? Maybe Slavic? Or are you, perchance, Aborigine?"
His grin broadened to its widest. "Oh, from the look on your face, I'm guessing I lose. Darn, anyway. So, when are you coming to Egypt?"