"Mmhmm. I'm in Miami." He gestured blandly towards 'over there' with a grin. "Didn't feel like seeing the, uh, sights, though, not until I came by to see you." He licked his lips and held out the bottle - obviously sealed, never opened. Just in case she was suspicious.

"And I'm here because - well, I'll be honest. I'm bored, and Jackson decided to tick me off. So, I'm proving a point." Before she could get the wrong idea - didn't want that, did he? - he added, "Not that I'm here to, uh, hurt you or anything. I'm a gentleman; I wouldn't hurt a gal just because of some idiot."