Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he signaled again to the waitress. "Y'know, you've got a rather vivid imagination for a twenty year old." He wasn't happy about what he was going to do, but if it made the evening go smoother, then fine. Not to mention he could always get a drink out of Frankie later. "Forget the beer, and just bring me a Dr. Pepper, too, thanks." He wasn't too thrilled about not getting his beer, but it'd be better than hearing Astrid complain.
He waited until the waitress left before turning back to Astrid. "And to answer your question, I'm twenty."