Brian accepts the White Russian from Ashlyn with a smile and a nod of gratitude, taking a sip. "Hm, this is very good. Thank you..."<br/>He trails off as he notes the exchange she and Emeric are having, eyebrow raising slightly, and a hint of color coming to his cheeks, before chuckling and looking away as Irene arrives on the porch.<br/><br/>"Well, it seems you guessed correct, so far, anyway. It's a pleaure to meet you, Irene," he says with a warm smile. "I'm Brian. What is for dinner tonight, if I may ask? It smells like Italian, and delicious."