"Alana, then," he chuckles, beaming.

"I think your place would be much better, my room's a pigsty at the moment. I think I actually saw one of my socks crawl under the bed..."

He takes their empty plates and gets up. "I'll just drop these off at the bar an' get some-- uh, essentials." He winks at her before walking off with a bit of a spring in his step. In a short while he returns, the 'essentials' tucked into his jeans pocket.