Isolde smiled and began to lead the way, not answering for the moment. "Nope you can't turn me down. I'm too dangerous, for you to, " she laughed, winking at him. "There's just a nice little bar around the corner from the park down this road. Get all your cocktails and mind-numbing alcohol from there dead cheap too."

As she walked she noted how nice it was to be in someone else's company. Not that she didn't appreciate her friends at the bunker, but this guy seemed nice, this…Matthew. He was rather refreshing, and didn't seem like the rest of the egotistical bozos she'd encountered along the way. "What's your poison?"

He smirked; he'd go with that. Especially after seeing Isolde fight off those demons, "Dead cheap's always good." He'd have to keep this place in mind for the next time he was around this part of town. Which was where he figured he'd be a lot more after tonight.

They continued on down the sidewalk; it was nice getting out...in a different way than his usual killing fiends. Nice as they were, demons just weren't usually up for going to get a drink. Or going anywhere besides their alleys and other dark places. "I'm rather partial to JD and Coke myself…"

"JD and coke!" gasped Isolde, looking to him with a wide smile. "Ah, you're a guy after my own heart. I love that stuff. And daiquiris... oh and martinis too. Hell I just love alcohol, " she shrugged, rambling a little but it was certainly a lot better than talking about demons all day to her friends.

She scuffed her feet a little and brushed down her shirt that was a little dusty. "Ugh. Fighting demons has its drawbacks, one of which is extra ironing..."

Matthew raised his eyebrows and smiled back, rather amused, but in a good way, by Isolde's reaction.

"It's quite the stuff, alcohol.." He pondered this a moment before chuckling. It turned into more of a laugh after she brought up ironing as a drawback.

He looked at his shirt, it wrinkled and dusty as well, "Yes. That's definitely on my top ten list of downfalls to demon fighting."

"You have a list?" Isolde asked, smirking as she looked to him, aiming to tease as much as she could. "Now that's just weird."

She kicked a stone out of her way with her hard leather boot, watching it roll and bounce down the street. "Of course I know that there are far worse things than a heavy laundry load such as broken bones, bruises..." she trailed off, not wanting to add 'losing people' to the very long list of what sucked about being a demon hunter.

''Ha-ha... '' Matthew smirked as she had got him there, ''I would call it...observant, but yes. '' He raised his eyebrows as he replaced weird with observant.

He watched the stone roll away from her kick too while listening to her say worse things, and then noticed it got quiet. They were probably thinking about the same thing, the losing people thing. He broke the silence, ''Well, tonight's demon fighting was all good, besides the laundry and cut lip... ''

It was true though, besides the bad things, the whole group of demons had fallen, he came out of it with just one cut lip, and he had met Isolde. His usual walls were starting to disintegrate as he talked to her. Isolde was becoming more of an upside to his life than just tonight.

"Really?" she asked, looking at him as if he were slightly mental. Which, if she liked him, as she suspected she did, he undoubtedly was. Her taste was generally for the insane or the masked evil ones, and it saddened her to think that now she realized he was someone she might be interested in, he might not turn out to be that nice after all. "All good? Well I suppose, now that they're dead and didn't hurt us it was a pretty fulfilling night. All rounded off perfectly with a drink."

She smiled at him a moment before turning right and gesturing to the bar down the highstreet. "Coming?"

''Well, no...I think about it every here and there. But nothing official like a list.'' This was definitely a weird conversation. Back and forth asking about lists and such. But at least it was a conversation. As he thought about it he saw himself as a recluse. Didn't talk to anyone, and usually only came out at night. All he did was think and kill demons really.

He smiled as she nodded toward the bar, ''Nah, I think now that we're here I'll pass.'' His smile turned to a smirk as he continued on, following her inside.