There's definitely a feverish blush on Neil's cheeks, but he's aware of that implication. For a moment, his voice fails him. When he finds it, it's wrapped in as much practiced schoolboy charm as he's got. And he has got an awful lot of it.

"I'll try about anything once," he says, and the man laughs brightly at it. He drinks his drink, and then nods his head to lead toward the back of the club.