Andras just gave her a shrug of a smile and again let her lead them to the bar. He ordered his drink, a nice tall glass of ice cold... milk. The bartender looked at him as if he was insane and asked if he wanted anything in it. Andras seemed thoughtful and then pressed his lips together and shook his head. Nope, just the milk. The bartender had to go to the kitchen for it, Andras could wait.
He smiled at her, "You have to indulge yourself more often."