"I can't promise anything. I must just slip out in the moment," he teased her. He grinned in return as her arm went around his waist, and he found himself swaying a little with her, easily caught up in the moment.
And then there was a bartender grinning and calling him 'papa' and babbling away in Spanish so quickly that Ernest only caught about half the words actual meaning, but they involved making a cocktail, so he just nodded and agreed. "Sí, dos por favor-" he told him, before turning to her again.
"Oh, come on. I'll take all the wars, all the injustices, the political struggles, the dark, nasty bits of social history-" he told her. "Surely there are more important things than god awful music- you tell me to get a book about embargoes, but shitty music you can provide? So unfair!" he was teasing her.