At least Emmy didn't seem to take offense when he teased about getting her more to drink. Instead, she took it all in stride, saying she'd need a lot more to drink. A chuckle fell from the man's lips as he took another sip of his own Bourbon before giving a small nod. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Another night, maybe." That way, she knew the pressure was off. And that maybe he wanted to see her again. When he answered her query about his type, she said she was off the table and he couldn't help but quirk his lips as he tilted his head. "I'm still talking to you, aren't I? Wouldn't waste my time if I wasn't interested." And that was the truth. He wasn't shy about shooing off women who seemed too desperate for his taste, too transparent. No, the blonde across from him had just the right amount of mystery to keep him fascinated. When she admitted that she liked riddles, Christian quirked a brow. "Is that what I am? A riddle to be solved?" He hadn't expected her to try to cut out, though. Had he offended her, after all. When she went to slide out of the booth, he scowled in disappointment and went to reach for her arm before thinking better of it. She might think it too forward or not like to be touched. He knew the feeling, after all. But then she stumbled and had to grab the table anyway, saying something about the Bourbon. He scowled more in worry this time as he went to stand too in case she needed support. "I guess it's more like water to me now a days. I've built up a healthy tolerance." He added with a little smirk as he tried to make a joke. But then his brows furrowed again in concern. "I wasn't looking in the first place, though, just so you know. You just happened to drop into my lap, so to speak." His smile softened. "But I'm not disappointed. Can I get you something? A water? A ride home? I promise, no strings." He didn't want her to think he was just looking to bed her for the night. He just wanted to make sure she got to her bed safely at this point. ![]() |