Yeah, well...it's gonna be a long couple of weeks if this keeps up. May as well start early. [With thinking, he means. Maybe he's just a little awkward about the compliment even if he's pleased all the same.

He follows along, rolling his shoulders a bit and heading toward the bar. He lets her take his original place and leans on the counter to eyeball the bottles on display.]

Whiskey's fine. Or surprise me? Ladies' choice. [He's mostly interested in what she'll pick.]