The way his eyebrows perked up in something of a surprised motion was not lost on the woman. She gathered that he hadn't expected her choice in alcohol to be so similiar to his. After all, it wasn't the typical choice for a lady. Give that the liquid had little to no effect on her, she didn't bother watering it down, which would almost certainly make the entire point of drinking it moot. But of course, he knew none of this, so naturally, he would be surprised.<br/><br/>"I know your surname, yes, but I do not know your given name." she replied with a light, if somewhat coy smile. "But fine, My name is Arya. Or Lady Summers, if you will." she replied by way of introduction, sipping her scotch and smiling lightly. She knew that she must hardly seem like lady at times, based on the way she carried herself, the way she spoke, her choice of drinks, the way she didn't care so much about the latest fashion but that was alright by her. She wasn't always a lady in action, but she never had been. She'd never wanted to be a lady, even as a girl. She was such in title only, and she didn't particularly care if he or anyone else approved.<br/><br/>She supposed it may not generally be wise to give your name to someone you've only just met, and one who is less than human at that. But it would be rude not to. After all, regardless of his reasons, or the fact that she could have handled the man on her own, he had saved her the time and trouble of dealing with him. "Ah, yes. Well, troublesome though he may have been, I didn't need saving. But thank you for saving me some time, nonetheless." she smiled, a casual yet somehow enigmatic smile playing across his lips as she spoke.<br/><br/>Arya tipped her glass slightly in response to his gesture, smiling lightly as she did. "Yes, I suppose you would be. Although, I would argue that where I should or should not be is not really yours to decide. But that is neither here nor there." she added with another polite, somewhat playful smile before sipping her drink, eyeing him over the rim of the glass. "Well, it is nice to meet you, then." she replied once he gave his name. She chuckled, a soft, light, and airy sound, tipping her glass once more. "Perhaps." She smiled lightly, the light in her eyes dancing slightly, but in no way giving away whether or not she truly cared to earn such a privilege, as he called it.<br/><br/>She laughed lightly, bright and airy, at his latter words. "Mmmm. Well, assuming that said dangers were indeed untold and your motivation was purely out of the goodness of your heart, then I might owe you something of an apology. Unfortunately, it is against my code to apologize, so you may just have to settle for a feigned admission that an apology may perhaps be warranted." she replied with a somewhat kittenish, yet somehow innocent smile.<br/><br/>"You will have to forgive me. I do so hope that my words didn't wound you. After all, that is hardly the proper way to act on our first outing, or whatever it is that the kids call it these days." she added with playful innocence as she sipped her drink once more and replaced it on the table, leaning back ever so slightly in her chair. Never mind the fact that under any normal circumstances the wounding would be much more likely and much more real.<br/><br/>She certainly wasn't about to admit it, but she was rather enjoying herself. She generally avoided spending too much time with people, but she didn't mind his company thus far, and she was enjoying their conversation, or banter, as it were. The way the condensation hung on the window and the thick layer of darkness covered the streets made the outside world almost invisible. This coupled with the divider served to separate them from everyone else, as though they were in their own little world. This didn't bother her as she might have thought it would have.<br/><br/>"So, do you make a habit of saving women and bringing them to places like this? Or am I just special?" she questioned, though it was more of a playful question than a serious one. She didn't believe for a second that she was special to him. Why would she be? Intriguing and decent company, perhaps, but nothing more. It was a joke, playful banter, nothing more.