"When the mood is right." With an innocent grin, he let go of her wrist. It looked like she could handle demons no problem. Alcohol was another matter altogether.
"Tiara would come in handy in the middle of a fight. If your power comes from They Who Can't Fight Their Own Battles, you really surprised when they don't show up with the bonuses?" he asked, pointing up towards the ceiling. At least he assumed these Powers That Be were up there, like their heavenly counterpart. "Fine. I give. No more suggestions from this side of the conversation."
Except when she got on the military guys again. "Sweetheart, that's not true. I grew up with a girl that could pin me against a stall door when she was in a mood. I start looking for long term relationships again, that's the kind of woman I want. The one that won't take my shit and hand it right back to me." And right now, that slim chance of making a go of it again with Aimee was looking dismal if he couldn't even escape this place.
"Tight jeans, really low cut shirt. But you are right about the heels." He shrugged, unapologetic. "Wasn't looking for anything more than a night."