It seemed downright wrong to let her pay for anything when he had so much money rolling in he literally couldn't spend it fast enough, but this was clearly a feminist thing. And he knew better than to get in the way of feminism. His eyebrows raised but he nodded his assent and made a silent note to make up for it later.

That eyebrow quirked up again when she called him a lady, but it was followed up with a good-natured little laugh. He was all too aware that the next words out of his mouth would not disprove her assessment. To the bartender: "Just a, uh, water."