"Well, I'm glad they failed. Although there is a joke to be made about hot redheads." Ollie went to the kitchen and found a few bottles of liquor and some mixing tools that hadn't been used for a while. He wiped off the dust and laid out everything in a way that looked semi-professional.
To her query about his decor, he said, "Never really competed at anything. Before my superheroing days I was good, but I didn't really care enough to try anything. And by the time I was bowslingin' regularly, it wasn't really fair. And the Errol Flynn poster is in my workroom." He took a bottle of rum and flipped it from one hand to the other. "What'll it be? And just so you know, I don't plan to take advantage of you while you're drunk. I figure we've had enough Big Deep Revelations tonight without throwing fetishes into the mix. You'll have to wait for your toe-curling, mind-breaking hot sex until our next date."