I wouldn’t mind, if you wanna sometime…think that’d be fun, actually.

[He’s imagining it now. They’re alone together somewhere, dancing their hearts out in a room. Wolfwood is doing it badly and making Ain laugh, but then one of the songs turns slow and hands end up on hips and…yeah.

It’s a nice thought, he thinks as the restaurant looms in the distance ahead of them, all lit up pretty in the evening with couples heading in as they speak.]

And I think you sell yourself short. But maybe I can get you to thinkin’ differently by the time the night’s over, huh?

[That is both a threat and a promise.]