"Am I odd? Or am I just having fun?"

Shrugs and orders another shot.

"I'm gonna have another. Do you want an--do you want one?"

Looking over at your drink.

"What're you drinkin? I could try to sense it with my olefactory abilities, but I'm getting a lot of peanut butter in my nostrils right now."

Smirks.

laughs

We Americans do seem to love British accents

Well, I think people only love my voice cause I'm British! Laughing

“Delilah Darling.” Remaining seated a small smile touched her mouth, but her eyes sparkled as they met yours “What an enchanting name. And you are a long-time friend of Alexander – Alexander Kincaid?” Her eyes slide to the very man, mischief sparkling in those fathomless depths.

“The fine weather has obviously lured us all out of hibernation today to spend time with old companions.” Despite her heavily accented English, and the odd word pronounced in an almost Italian fashion, her English is flawless.

“Gideon and I have also known each other for, oh, more years than I care to admit. It feels like lifetimes, does it not?” she adds with a throaty chuckle, slanting a glance at her companion.

always good to keep things consensual

You're definitely an odd little thing, aren't you? I mean that as a compliment, by the way!

well you are very handsome and have a great voice

You think it might be me, too? Chuckling

"Skrewball. Peanut butter flavored whiskey. Goes good with any of the many flavors of Mtn Dew. And no, no one paid me to say that. It's just a really good drink."

Nods lots.

Smiles. Nothing to worry about. I only play with willing participants.

Well thanks for being a fan of it! You might be the only one! Laughing

What are you shotting there?

well good to know to be careful around you then

stopping by

Think dirtier/darker....

Laughs somewhat crazily.

"I know, right! It was such a great movie, though! And you played one of the good guys trying to save mankind from ultimate destruction. It was awesome."

Giggles stupidly.

more of nc-17?

I doubt it's just entirely me.

I will say I do get some not so PG rated thoughts looking at you.

Weaving through the tables as she trails in your wake, she assumes you are headed for the couple seated in the back of the dining room judging by the smile on the face of the elegant older woman as you approach their table.

Never one to hang back, she stops beside you, smiling politely at first the woman and then the gentleman as he gets to his feet and shakes your hand enthusiastically. As you present her to them, and Gideon introduces himself and his companion, she nods at them both, her smile deepening. “Pleased to make both your acquaintances.”

Formal introductions made, she draws on every ounce of her self-possession as she meets first one and then the other of the bold gazes that had fixed upon her. If she didn’t know better, she’d think you had brought her for an interview she hadn’t been aware of. But then, her curiosity was likely as piqued as theirs.

So this was Gideon. You had spoken of him enough that she was pleasantly surprised to put a face to the name, a face that more than lived up to expectations. And the older Italian woman, who was clearly very well acquainted with you, had a strength of presence that transcended youth to rival her companion’s. She only wished she would age as well.