I'd deny it if y'did. [ She grins, but doesn't let go of his finger still entwined with hers.

Oni lowers her voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper. ] Sure you wanna let me take the wheel, Logan?

I was havin' whiskey, but now... I think I'll have vodka. [ Her grin widens, pure mischief in her eyes. If it wasn't already obvious she's thinking about the night they met, she adds ] I promise not t'start no barroom brawls this time...