Penelope, then. [Offering her her drink, holding a fresh one of his own in the other hand. Why yes, he is a little bit closer since he left but with the lean on the nearest flat surface it's an effortless and casual approach. There is also a lean, on the elbow closest to her, that angles him closer yet.
He's still drawing her name out, while his eyes warmly skim her over.] So Penelope, tell me what you like. [See? Dirtyflirty.]