"That's a yes." Eli responded as he sat back in seat. "Two right here! He turned to a barmaid and shouted. "Aviation cocktails please." Turning back into he sight of Kiera. " You ought to love it, it tastes... Like spring time." Just as he finished the drinks came. Both in tall martininne glasses, almost velvet in color. A perfect balance of blue and purple, it was by all rights a brilliant and beautiful looking drink. Passing one to her. " Please do not leave me with a bag of shit to hold." He said sincerely. "Treat me good, I'll treat you better. Treat me bad, I'll trear you worse. You don't want to say anything fine, I get that. What I don't know might not hurt me but what I find out might get us both killed. Now we got all that out of the way drink!" He ended is lengthy expositions with a sip of the velvet ambrosia. He savored for moment and with a grin brought on by a tatse he loved and found memories of the drink he spoke in a soft almost warming tone. "Spring time."