"Don't take this wrong," Marian began carefully. "But... the last time we saw each other you were trying to kill my friends or kidnap me so... as much I trust you're going to abide by this weird new truce - and as much as I would very much like you to - I'm... wary of going somewhere private with you."
She bit down on her lip and thought about what she was going and whether it was dumb. But then she reached into her handbag to find a pen and a receipt. On it she scribbled her number down along with her name. "That's me," she said to him, slowly peeling off his jacket. "And I think I should probably head home and sober up, but... I'd really like you to call me. Like... to a very surprising degree, I think you should call me. We can meet up again, intentionally this time."