Sometimes being brave is stupid, or at least reckless which Lucy is pretty sure a lot of people think of as a synonym for stupid. She is very pleased to be in that small circle of people. She's also pretty pleased to be alive (she's been dead once. She doesn't recommend it; it's a long story involving another city where things like that happened).

She does lean back when he starts to move back, switching her hand to the bar so she can scoot back on her stool a bit more. His question makes her smile broadly and she nods before she ever says anything at all. "Sweetheart, you ask me like that and you can take me anywhere you want," she tells him, a little bit of giddiness bleeding into her voice.

She scoops her hair up and pulls it over one shoulder. "Now, or some date in the future?"