Straight bourbon, no ice, room temp. Got it.

[Barry gets up on his feet, drains his scotch, returning her bright smile the best he can. She has a beautiful smile. She should do it more often.] Sounds delicious. I might give it a shot myself.

[A cheeky chuckle, an attempt at a lighter tone.] And, uh... if we do dance, y'might have t'show me the ropes a little. I don't really get waltz-vibes from this music, y'know?