Peggy & Indy
"I like it like this," he admitted, smiling at her. "Feels like a jazzy nightclub, something closer to what I'm used to. I like the familiarity."
He took a sip of his blood wine and twisted a face, shaking his head. "Except—that is clearly not an Earthly drink. Packs a real punch." So he took another sip before turning back to Peggy and breaking a piece of bread in half. "So what's left you here so late tonight?"