[He laughs as he realizes she might have misheard him, or perhaps been so set on receiving a no that his yes didn't quite process. Going by his first impression of her nature, this drink may truly end up being just a drink, but he supposes there's no way to be sure unless they go ahead and find out for themselves.

There's always something to be said for the quiet ones.]

Your intuition is right, sweetheart. I am pretty interesting. Keep listening to that gut of yours, you have good instincts.

[At least tonight.]

I'm nearly done here— it would be no trouble at all to pack things up and accompany you, if you're still interested now that I've actually said yes.