"How wonderful," Ragnar said of her availability, as though he might have had some doubt about her intentions. "And of course I'm okay with the company. I'd love nothing more."
His eyes dropped down to where her fingers were still touching him, licking his lips. "Do you always touch this gently?" he asked, voice more of a soft purr, the hairs on his arms risen with goosebumps. "Just out of curiosity."
Ragnar reached for his drink, swallowing it down and then replacing it on the bar, sliding easily from the stool. He offered his hand to Nishka, the other easily ordering them a cab on his phone.
"Do you need to tell anyone where you're going?" he asked then. "Just in case you get distracted by the view when we get back."