As he sits down Roon is glad to finally be inside the club, and smiles back to the cute ferret girl when she smilingly asks him what he'd like to drink. Although he realizes that she just treats him with mere professionalism, he feels already a little excited about being in this club.<br/><br/>He looks at her as she tilts her head, and for a moment his gaze lingers on her hips, then he abruptly breaks loose from his usual daydreaming. "Yes, I think I'd like a scotch if you have one, Laphroaig single malt would be nice, but if you don't have that one I'd go for a Glenlivet or something. Blended is Ok too. Preferably not American bourbon, but if that's all you've got I'll just have to go for that" he says as he looks smilingly into her eyes, hoping, -perhaps in vain, to catch a sparkle of something more than just the usual professionalism. Well, at least he'll soon have something that has been of great comfort in previous similar situations, a whisky to quench his thirst and longing.