This? Oh no, no, no. This was not flashy at all. This was mild; for him, anyway. A guy couldn't win, could he? Sheesh, goddesses.

He looks up, 'smiling' at her. "I said I would now, didn't I? Wouldn't want to go back on my word, spoil anyone's hopes and dreams, you see." He laughs, holds up his drink in a way to cheer, then decides to summon a second one in his free hand. It looked to be a martini of sorts. "Would you like one, dear? I promise it's not poisonous."

And if she chose to take it, it actually wasn't.