"Wayne Hopkins. Although, for you love. You can call me, Wayne." Wayne replied, sounding and looking ridiculously sly at that. He felt full of happiness at the moment to be honest. Having had alcohol, sweets, a nightful of insane moments, not to mention this lovely lady in front of him, it was a great combination.
Wayne could only grin and look at Lisa teasingly sly, as he took the last piece of pastry from him. "Hey that was mine!" he mockingly complained, reaching for Lisa's arm, holding her wrist lightly. He found himself tracing the sugar left on her on her fingers, smiling as she winked.
"Well since you took my last pasty. You do know that you have to make it up to me now?" Wayne explained, his fingers still playing with Lisa's. "As much as I love your pasties, I don't think giving me another one would suffice. There's something special about that one in your mouth. I particularly think it's the sweetest." he said, still keeping his teasing stare at her, as he eyed Lisa's lips that had been chewing the said pasty.