She looked down at his hand, then gave him an interested look.
"I'd like to take you home," he said.
"Oh, you would?" she demurred.
"Yes," he said. "Very much so."
He leaned in slightly and stared into her eyes. For a few moments, she did not say anything. His hand moved fractionally up her thigh. She breathed in. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her fingers taps on he wine glass stem.
"I, uh..." she started, then took in a deep breath. "You sure are a confident one," she said, in a low voice.
"I'm one to know what I like," he said. "What I want. His hand became heavier on her thigh."
"And I'm the one you want tonight?" she said.
"You are," he said, nearly before she finished asking.
"I think I'd like that," she said.
Those words never got dull. He gave her his best devilish grin. He squeezed her leg.
She placed her hand over his. And interwined their fingers.