[He eyes the flask with a smiles. He might not know the true nature of what's inside, but he certainly can spot a drink when he sees one. He switches the tinned fruit with something a little heartier - salted fish.

And he looks down, a little sheepish. This is so far out of his realm of experience, especially with a woman, but she's never made him uncomfortable.]

I like men with - experience. The sort of person you can see and know you won't have to explain every small detail. Young men have pretty faces, but they are best left silent.