Pleased he agreed, she did a sort of skip-walk to the bar. She pressed her back against the edge, slinking her arm through Sam's and playfully snapping her jaws towards his shoulder, but not actually biting him. "You know, when I first met you? I thought you were kind of a brat...mean almost." Elisabeth winked, removing her arm to face the bar and hail down the bartender. "But honestly, why did you feel that way, love?" She met his eyes, curious.