Dylan chuckled once again at her comments, both about the 'school girl crush' and....Elvis. The amusement showed on his face, even if he was trying to contain it more than he usually would just because of where they were and why they were there. Still, he at least had the sense not to comment on it or tease her further. It wasn't appropriate given the circumstances and, well, it wasn't like this was some old friend he was crossing paths with--she'd been a little kid, he'd barely known her then and certainly didn't know her now after almost twenty years. And, on that note: god, he felt old.
Her invitation took him a bit by surprise, although he supposed he could understand the want to get away from this place. After a moment of hesitation, Dylan nodded. "Do you want to grab a drink?" he asked, not really sure it was a great suggestion. It was kind of early and he didn't know if alcohol was a good idea, but the bar would probably be fairly empty given the funeral and they could walk over there if she was feeing restless.