[Molly's heart jumps into his throat just so he can swallow it again. Goddammit, superficial carnie charm works wonders when you're not expecting it to work and it sure doesn't work when someone throws genuine charm back at him. That glib, silvertongue of his gets tangled in knots and he's left sort of awkwardly swaying for a second to the rhythm- at least he can keep rhythm when he's trying to get his footing back.]

I'm not gonna say no to that. That would be a shite thing to say no to. Who in their right mind wouldn't oblige a handsome stranger with excellent taste a, ah... A taste.

[Just kiss him so he'll shut up.]