"No."

She snickers, and shakes her head.

"Just teasin' you, is all. I'm in no disposition t'be greedy."

She eyes him over the lip of her glass, taking her dear, sweet time before she sets the whiskey down and swallows.

"I think this is the point in the evenin' where we're supposed to ask each other all kinds of questions. Like, 'what's your favorite color?' and 'Describe your ideal night'."