Qilby's much more measured with his drink (although part of it is the fact he's wisely only poured out half as much for himself as he did for Apollo) but even so, he has to hold back a cough after downing it. He's not a lightweight by any means but Goddess, she's been making it look much easier than he remembers. He gives her a look over his glass, eyebrows raised.

One night? She's been making it sound like this would be a week-long affair, the way she was going on about it. Not that he's complaining -- there's a lot of be said for someone whose loyalty is so easily bought with sex and alcohol. As long as she isn't as flighty with said loyalty as she seems to be with her relationships... But that will remain to be seen.

"Well then, I suppose I'll leave you to it for now. I'm sure you have a lot of catching up to do here-- and I have appointments elsewhere," he says, putting the empty glass on the table and standing up. He flashes her a bright little smile. "It was a pleasure, Apollo. I'll keep in touch."