“Promises, promises.” Knox said simply. Most people might be put off by someone who was so clearly angry, and throwing hexes out at trees, but it didn’t particularly bother him. He’d been in situations before, and this one didn’t seem like it would be too bad. He nodded appreciatively as the bark crinkled and smoked.
“At least you are admitting that you think my face is a pretty one.” He gave her a wide grin and winked at. “I’d say that yours is pretty nice too, but I get the feeling you already know that.” He moved and picked up her bottle. He turned it over in his hands, admiring it for a moment, before opening it and taking a large swig of the alcohol. He let it burn slowly down his throat before passing it to her.