[She holds the bottle between her knees (condensation: also feels that through her jeans) and gets the chocolate open, enough to snap off a small corner of it and eat it. She offers it to him next.]

Well, that's a very cliché thing to say, but I get it. [She shrugs, and keeps quiet there. She was the girl who walked among the stars, and now at best she manages to take Gruff up on a ride at night and pretend like she's close.]

Sometimes me and Gruff go for a ride at night. If you're not terrified of placing your life in my hands and the wings of a blind dragon, you're welcome to come. [She takes a sip of beer.]

As soon as he gets used to you.