Now there's definitely a wolf whistle going that isn't quite silenced by Smith or Bitters, but York doesn't give a damn. What's tentative becomes a little more firm, a little more intent as he leans into it and- Rookie's got softer lips than he remembered. Or he's not remembering right. Casbah's a blur.

York's eyes are dark when he pulls back. "So. Um. Dinner?"

Food first, fun later.