"Who here is prudish, my love? They all know precisely what I'll be getting into tonight," Saint chuckled wickedly, stroking his fingers over Dahlia's cheek with affection before he rose from his perch before her.
"I'll be right back with booze," he promised, still smiling as he made his way to the bar area. He would take a moment to socialize, perhaps, to mingle if anyone was in the immediate vicinity, but he did like Dahlia and his wallet felt much the same. She would hold his attention for a bit, but he always kept her wanting more, anticipating his return with eagerness. All the better that she couldn't see him.