At least with both of them smoking cigars, neither of them would have a reason to complain about the taste of the other. Though Marcelo followed where Stephanie's eyes went and quirked an eyebrow.

Her suggestion gave him a small, internal jolt of energy. Nervous energy. He straightened out his tie and got up a little stiffly. He offered a hand to help Steph from her chair.

Not that she needed it, but it was a good excuse to touch her as any. "Your possible new home beckons."