He was content to watch her - the cheek, the performance, her skirts, the way the glass and the bottle caught the light. She was a spark of something from far away, and just as he was content to keep his engagement with the pretty new thing surface-level, so did she seem to share the same commitment. It was something they could silently agree on, and for that she had earned a modest amount of his affection.
He waved off the second glass - for now at least - there was still some there to nurse and he wasn't eager to get drunk, just a little loosened up. "I've warmed up considerably since I popped in here," he said, "thanks to your delightful brand of hospitality. Tell me you're going to be sticking around?" He leaned in, conspiratorially, to whisper to her: "you're a lot more entertaining the usual guy."