Grouse Thicket drinking at a playground, tequila for one

Bruges was quiet for a moment or two after Ceara spoke, but her words caused him to smile softly, and as though trying to find his way through a fog, he continued in silence as she relaxed next to him. She was snuggled up beside him, and he could feel the warmth rising from her skin against his chin as he rested his head gently atop hers. He finally managed to utter a soft chuckle, and tilted his head to the side so that he could sweep a kiss across her brow. "I never got yours either," Came his quiet reply. 

For some reason, even in this state Bruges was somewhat unwilling to give the girl his name. Given the situation- having acheived his goal, he wanted to keep his identity to himself until the right moment happened. He wasn't sure when that would be, but he knew that eventually, it would come to pass. And if it didn't, and he never saw the fiery girl again, it wasn't like it would matter. All he knew, as he began to sober up, was that he was happy with his present company- and didn't want to complicate things by giving her his name.