Molly, [ dropping the mauk because it feels more intimate, as much as he can hazard being on a first date as he reaches over to offer a hand, ] I said I'd take you larping. You will absolutely hate me at the end of it, but I will take you, and there will absolutely no sex but instead a ton of alcohol disguised as magical potions. You may not remember much, but I promise I'll still be there the next morning to drag you onto a muddy battlefield.