"Well, I think the uh... altar boy look is helping me to go incognito," he teased lightly, giving her a broad smile. For his own part, he really was feeling like tension and anxiety was lessening was every passing second in her company. She was so adorable, he could tell she was a little shy and nervous, and she was bouncing about like she might leap out of her seat at any moment. She was so perfectly... Abi. "I should be impressed, you really held your own with those cocktails. Didn't even fall off a barstool or anything."
He gave her a sort of curious look when she thanked him, and then shook his head dismissively. "I'm pretty sure you did, at the time. But you don't have to thank me. I don't think there's a way to say I enjoyed it without sounding like a psychopath. But there is a certain kind of pleasure in putting a creep like that in their place," he told her. "Plus, I kind of surprised myself. Good to know I can still throw a punch," he added, with a boyish glee.
He took a moment to pass her a little menu card; he had promised her coffee after all. "Oh, well, if you want a more sober tour of the place before it closes, I can take you around," he told her absent-mindedly as he glanced over Lacey's offerings for the day.
"God, a while... have you heard people talking about an Island that was similar?" he asked, looking up from the menu. He'd have to tread carefully here.