Meallan sighed and thought that this woman couldn't take a hint, was thick in the head regarding matters of the heart or was just plain burning any kind of advance.
"Alright.. So we'll send some more in."
He called for the waiter to bring some more whisky bottles.
"There's nothing a good drink and some conversation.."
Meallan looked at his glass and proceeded to ingest the contents of his glass.
"So, Commander, what's up? Why this sudden.. drinking mood?"