"Sorry. I've reached the literal point of this evening, I'm afraid."

For helpful measure Anathema demonstrated this roughly by giving her glass a bit of swirl so that the ice clinked against the side. If the bar staff hadn't been so helpful in removing the empty glasses, the evidence would be a lot more apparent. Ah well, there were decidedly more terrible ways to spend a twentieth birthday than with a handsome man in a bar. Especially when that birthday had not originally been anticipated. "Sort of? Possibly? I was a bystander to the middle of a world war and I'm fairly certain the whale thing might've been my suggestion. So there's that."

She scrunched up her face for a moment, mentally running through list before relaxing once more. Turning to face him a bit more she leaned against the bar to resist the urge to lean forward and seriously invade his personal space. "Have I told you that you're unfairly good-looking? Because you are. Like gold apples, foretold doom levels of unfairly good-looking. I can't say that I'm opposed."