Another smile. Warren placed a hand on the neck of the bottle as Aya slid it his way and he rested his head in the other.
"I'm going to need another glass, first." He pointed absently behind the bar and let the volume of mirth and mischief that was streaming out of her wash over him. "And you'll need a seat. Doesn't do to drink good whiskey while standing and hunched over a bar." He offered a teasing smile of his own but knew he was up against a veteran in that game, then sat back setting his hands on the bar, palms down.
"You already proposed a toast for me earlier. Might I do the same for you?"
"I'm going to need another glass, first." He pointed absently behind the bar and let the volume of mirth and mischief that was streaming out of her wash over him. "And you'll need a seat. Doesn't do to drink good whiskey while standing and hunched over a bar." He offered a teasing smile of his own but knew he was up against a veteran in that game, then sat back setting his hands on the bar, palms down.
"You already proposed a toast for me earlier. Might I do the same for you?"