"It's alright, I've got the drinks tonight," he told her, smiling and sliding out of the booth. Waiting for the drinks would give him some time to collect his thoughts and not think so much about how nice it would be to sink his teeth into her neck. Or her wrist. Or high up on her inner thigh.

Returning to the table, he set both pints down. If she wanted to drink both of them again, that was fine. It meant she probably wasn't a vampire hunter.