Lavender smirked, and closed the door behind him. "You'd be right," she tucked a stray tendril of hair behind her ear, her smirk widening.
"I've heard a lot of people say that, and then they drink this stuff," she indicated to the bottle of Firwhiskey. "You sure you're up for this," she arched a eyebrow almost playfully. "If you back out now I promise I won't think you're a lesser man."