Delilah huffed a laugh. "Well, I'm certainly not planning to retrain, how about you?"
She thought carefully for a moment. "Although bliss has been known to occur without such formalities." She just left that there. He could do with that idea as he wished.
"Yes, whiskey. Somewhere here, I'm sure." She walked over to her desk at the corner of the reception room, and sat down behind it. Fishing out a small key from a large looped keyring, she opened the small drawer at the bottom, and pulled out a small decanter with two small silver shot cups over it's top.