"Light on the soda," Neil says as the bartender starts to make the drink, just because he's feeling that kind of contrary way. He doesn't mind the drink being ordered for him, and he lays his trust neatly at Guy's feet once more.

His smile is gentle, sweet. "Maybe I'll impose it on you a little," he teases, but if he's perfectly honest he already expects to be rebuffed. Neil has no designs that he and Guy might fall into anything, but he did have a lot of fun their one night together, and he certainly wouldn't be upset by something happening again.

And, anyway, it's a good way to practice flirting. "You have to dance with me, at least. Since I dragged you out. And I was awfully good luck for you, last time."