He rubbed his cheek, but was smiling. Gar waved away the reactions of the people around him. "A few days? Is that a threat or a promise?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. He knew where the line was, and sometimes he crossed it, if only so that they could laugh when he ran back to the other side.
"So, first date. I'm seeing pizza, liquor, whores. French whores. Or, alternatively, I take you out for dinner and a movie, then I walk you home, and we linger around the door for a bit before you either go in without a good night kiss so you leave me wanting, or you kiss me and run inside so you still leave me wanting."