He slowly creased over to her and catched her hand under the table. With a slow movement he whispered on her ear.
"Than i shall, Cristina."
Meallan let his breath linger on her ear, and the urge to nibble it was gradually becoming stronger.
"I will stay at your side, forever."
He smiled and grabbed the whisky bottle. He poured some more in his glass and both of him smilling, cheered, both eyes meeting and oozing with seduction.
"Hmmmm.. Let's get out of here, Commander? I'll bring the bottle."
Meallan gulped the whisky, and waited for the response.