Being male, Jack hadn't spent quite as much time questioning when the evening had taken that flirty turn because he was too busy relishing it.
He had been about to give a reply when the waiter arrived and set the plate of oysters in front of them, along with their drinks. A busboy followed right behind with the champagne, which was left in a stand with ice at the edge of the table, ready to be opened whenever they were done with their first round.
"Think I might have to call for a car to take us home," Jack said with a laugh as he surveyed the drinks.