Krem smiled at her arched eyebrow and subtly tilted lips. He polished off his pasta, topped off their wine glasses with the last of the bottle, and hummed a little.

"The beer's a dark one, I think it would go good with some chocolate and fruit," he said, conversational and speculative. His eyes skated appreciatively over her, and he didn't think he needed to say anything else besides that, so he didn't.