I will. I owe you a dance, right? [He smiles and steps back, hopefully being more reassuring than he feels. Gods, he never thought he'd understand that "it's not you, it's me" thing that sounded so stupid when he was on the other end. But that's exactly how he feels. The haze from drinking is nothing compared to the rush he felt holding her, kissing her, but all the reasons he went drinking in the first place are still there.]
[And yet, he fully intends to keep his word to her. Whatever's going on inside him, the pain ebbed when Raven was with him, so maybe that's the best thing he can do. Time will tell.]
[He lifts a hand in farewell and turns, speaking his levitation spell and shooting off into the air back toward the bar. He dearly hopes that when he calls her tomorrow, she doesn't completely regret what happened today. Or that he does.]