There was something unquestionably unique about the quaint little cafe the moment that Alistair opened the door. The feline theme plastered every inch of the interior, colorful paw prints made whimsical trails upon the wall, all meandering towards the large window on the far side of the room - clearly intended to direct the viewer's attention to the very place that Alistair blatantly ignored in favor of the menu and a hot caffeinated beverage. It was the soft gasp upon the young woman's lips and the sudden sensation of her hand grasping his arm that drew the Hunter's gaze towards her. The last thing he anticipated to see, as he glanced over within Carolina's direction, was the face of several furried creatures staring back at him behind a large glass pane. Alistair was not the type of man to usually engage in what he would have deemed a frivolous social activity and yet, the glee so clearly dancing across the blonde woman's fair features made it altogether difficult to deny her. He had little desire to be the cause of crushing her abundant elation. There was still hesitation within his voice as Alistair inquired after her desire to venture into the cat's domain. She all but bounced in elation as she eagerly accepted his invitation, only to express concern for his well being. Alistair easily brushed off her concern for any allergies he might have, the Hunter instead accepting the compromise for coffee first. That, at least, was fairly non-negotiable for Alistair as he made his way towards the counter, altogether oblivious of the thoughts that filtered through her mind at, perhaps, spending further time with him.

His attention focused entirely upon the signage above the counter, the Hunter's emerald eyes darting over the fancy cat-pun named drinks to something far...safer. His drink order fell from his lips, the man pausing briefly to glance over the case of baked goods before he gestured loosely towards the multitude of felines nestled behind the large window on the wall. A glance was given over his shoulder as he inquired after Carolina's order, the Hunter already digging through his jacket pocket for his wallet. He listened vaguely to his companion's order, his gaze shifting towards her at the soft, melodic sound of her laughter. Alistair's brow rose as he eyed the bank card in her hand, his own wallet already folded open in his palm. It was, perhaps, unsurprising that the artist was something of a traditionalist considering his upbringing. The very notion of making a woman pay when he had accepted the invitation to go out in the first place was viewed as something of a failure on his part. Feminism had particularly little place in his family or childhood. The modern concept of a 'strong empowered woman' still brought a sour taste to his mouth, even if he abhorred to admit that he had retained any of his father's teachings.

A subtle frown tugged at the corners of his lips as Alistair eyed her wide smile. "...Maybe." He offered, the Hunter's words perfectly vague as he kept those thoughts on paying to himself. Thankfully, for now, Carolina made no move to combat him on who should pay, Alistair presenting the barista with his debit card with little fight, letting the woman run it through her machine before she busied herself with their drinks and baked goods. The soft voice of the woman beside him drew the weight of his emerald irises as Alistair slid his card back in his wallet, it finding its place soon after in his jacket pocket. "It's not a problem." He commented, brushing off her word of appreciation in the way that was surely expected of him. The last thing Alistair anticipated, however, was the sly little wink given in his general direction, her words so entirely inviting that the Hunter was caught off guard. He could hardly help the way his thoughts deviated to far more carnal considerations, ones that Alistair was unwilling to allow to fester here and now. "Yeah, um...you can have some..." He commented, at least making some vague effort to make it less obvious how his mind had strayed. Alistair reached for the small sleeve his pumpkin bread was placed in, the paper peeled back as he offered it to her, letting her pick off a piece or take a bite as she saw fit.