Daisy's gaze follows him the whole way. It's not a conscious choice to look predatory, it's just... her natural state of being. But true to her word, there's no biting.

"Bobby's," she corrects, half on reflex. "Cocktails are kinda... more my thing anyway? Usually taste better. Don't get drunk unless I drink enough to kill, like. Three men. At least. So. Might as well have fun with it."

She shrugs a shoulder. Harmless enough information, as information goes. She doesn't get into how she usually drinks them virgin for that reason, though. Not that that's exactly sensitive information, either, but...