Red flags meant little when he was so entranced by the woman beside him. She could be sitting there with a black widow veil on and he would have followed her anywhere based purely on the strange urge from his dreams. It was insane, he knew that. Not so much that he was offering her a 'special tour' of a yacht or that he was leaving the pub with an attractive woman, but that he was doing it because of his stupid dreams.
"Aye," he answered her. Calling the bartender over, he asked that their order be made to-go, which was great timing as the bell of the order being ready rang out.