Something in her expression shifts at his answer - there's mischief there now, but a delighted sort of mischief. "You're right. Now is definitely the time. And I know the perfect place." Her keys go into the pocket of her jacket, then she picks a small black clutch up from the table. "And everyone there already knows better than to try and grab my ass."

Well. She's never worn leather pants to this particular bar before. So there's still a bit of a gamble.

She flashes him a grin, eyes lingering on his face as she pulls the door open so they can head out into the cold. She's glad he's stepping outside his comfort zone for this.