“I’d be terrible at my job if I left messy things like evidence lying around,” she says with another pleased smirk. She just knows so many things about him, but he won’t be getting a proper answer of how out of her this night, at the very least.

“Only if you want to,” she shrugs at the question. This time, it’s a drink that’s set in front of them, something wine-dark in a long-stemmed glass. She takes hers and swirls the liquid gently, taking in the scent of it before carefully sipping at it. There’s a definite… twang, almost metallic, but it’s only noticeable after, overpowered by the otherwise floral sweetness of it. One of the specialty wines, she’s certain.