"Well then, madam, if you ever find a top hat and a nice set of tails, I'll wear them just for you." He laughed, putting the shaker in the sink to wash for a moment, while he waits for her verdict. The kedan seemed to have a higher tolerance for this stuff, but there was enough that he could feel right at home with.

And this was a much better martini then a regular one. He brings the towel and the shakers, cleaning them.

"Good, you like it. Because if you didn't, I could make you something different. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things." He tossed the shaker in the air behind his back, and caught it with his other hand.

"Less then seven, is that so? I have to say I lied, then. It's more like five."