Miriam allowed David to help her from her coat, which he draped over one arm. He moved to hang it in the closet near the door, then did the same with the tweed jacket Lazlo handed him as well. "Now what can I get everyone to drink?"
He could see that Anissa's nerves were stretched as thin as a wire and he wished there was more he could do to help her through this. He had no idea how she wanted him to handle it, so he was trying to play it by ear.
"Scotch, if you have it." The brown-haired, violet eyed man who was probably Anissa's father gave him a tight smile and held out a hand. "I am Lazlo, though in this time and place I use that as my surname. Most of my acquaintances know me as Leon."
"Leon it is." The gold-streaked hair did resemble a lion's mane. Dave shook the man's hand, with all the respect and trepidation due to the father of the woman he'd been having sex with, though he was reserving judgment until he heard a damn good excuse for abandoning her and her mother.