[It will, perhaps, not surprise Wendy at all to learn that the whiskey drinking hunter is used to fulfilling stereotypical gender role expectations. She already took the initiative in asking him out in the first place, expecting her to plan the date would be pushing his luck.]

Alright. I'll share the details later. [Once he figures those details out. Sometime after he's shifted the inevitable hangover from tonight.

At some point he realises he's just staring at her a little bit. He breaks his reverie with a chuckle and a shake of his head as he refocuses his attention to his drink.] I really didn't think I was your type.