Romilda's eyes lit up in interest and surprise when he pulled out a good bottle of whiskey, not something she would have expected of him. "Good taste," she said, licking her lips unconsciously. "I like good wine - red, but never Merlot or Malbec. I also appreciate a good whiskey or bourbon - the mustier the better, in general. Seems you like the same?" She didn't say it but she thought, you are full of surprises, aren't you?
"Dealers choice," she said, finally, figuring if this was any indication, she could trust him to choose a drink.
"Speaking of V-Bar, did you see they started the demolition of the Leaky?" She asked, coming around the counter closer to him - not too near though, still not feeling sure of her footing here.