Erandur and Maryanne
With a grin Maryanne leaned closer, she knew part of her boldness was the drink, the rest of it was her personality. "Oh, I'm always armed and dangerous." She purred, an actual feline rumble vibrating in her chest.
So she hadn't been mistaken, and he wasn't just teasing her in return. "Well... I actually know of an apartment that's a lot closer than the hotels in the first wheel." Because to be honest, that would give her time to think things through, and for the deliciousness of the drink to wear off. Not that she intended on getting drunk. She just didn't want to chicken out. He was the gateway to moving on. Or so she hoped.