"Adorable? I've been called loads of different things, including 'late for dinner'. But that there's a first," he pulled his glass to his lips in a feeble attempt to cover the flush creeping across his cheeks, and cleared its contents.
"What sort of music does the lady like?" He would have pegged her as a pop-punk sort, but that was likely from the hair. He flagged down the bartender. "One more for me please, and her next one is on me whenever she's ready," he said motioning to Aasta. He wasn't going to force a second glass on her, that wasn't the gentlemanly thing to do. But he was going to make sure he bought her at least one.