Her proposal caught him off guard, as he'd still been a bit caught up in his own thoughts and the tail of their conversation about the innate goodness, or lack thereof, of people and magic. That, and he just wasn't used to anyone taking much of a social interest in him. He could survive a fundraiser if he had to, but outside of that he wasn't in the habit of talking to new people and making new friends, really. Certainly, he didn't tend to get invited out for drinks before he'd even exchanged names with someone.

That being said, he couldn't pass up a chance to talk about his travels, not if she was genuinely curious. Plenty of people weren't; they were only interested because of the sensational nature of the tale, with the shipwreck and the return from the dead and all. He wasn't holding out hope that he'd accidentally stumbled upon someone who would actually understand everything he'd been through, but she did at least seem genuinely interested, which was something. "We could do that," he agreed with a tentative half-smile. "I don't think I got your name, though?"