Tom's brow rose at her suggestion, "Oh, should I? Didn't anyone ever tell you that you shouldn't accept drinks of handsome strangers? You never know what I could do to it." He grinned, already making up his mind that he would indeed buy her a drink. Tom wasn't like some of the other guys who were probably in the club, who would try and slip something in her drink just to take advantage of her, "Well, if you're promising a dance then I suppose I have to buy you a drink." He gestured towards the bar where he had just come from and placed his hand on Elena's back, between her shoulder blades so that they wouldn't get separated.