Rowan looked over at him and quirked up an eyebrow as Evan raised the stakes of the bet. "[i]When[/i] I win, I'll be sure to pick out the most expensive place I can." she teased in return with a devilish smirk. As he went on to offer to sneak her out the next day, her smirk widened into a grin. "I like that idea." she agreed eagerly. She was bit surprised the Evan had even offered what with him being Damian's right hand when it came to his business. Rowan certainly appreciated that he wasn't strict like her brother or too obedient to go against his word. 

As they reached the pub, she hurried out of the car, saying a quick thanks to Evan before ducking into the shelter of the building. Though she didn't mind watching the rain, she did want to try and stay as dry as possible. Plus it was rather warm inside, a nice bonus after briefly being blasted by the cold stormy day. She followed Evan over to the booth, slipping in across from him as she glanced over the menu. She looked up from it as he made a comment on how confident she was about winning. 

"Confident for a good reason. You know I'm going to win. Honestly Evan, I'm beginning to think you're just using it as an excuse to take me out on a date." Rowan joked with an amused gleam in her gaze. As he brought up the image of the girl trying to run, she shook her head and leaned back against the booth. "She'd be screwed that's for sure. My brother knows this city like the back of his hand and he's got people all over even if she did manage to slip away from him. I'm still certain she'll try but I definitely don't think she'll succeed." Rowan shook her head and flickered her gaze back onto the menu. 

"Well the chicken sandwich for sure... And since we're at a pub might as well get a drink too." she mused with a grin. "I think I could use a cold beer or two after what this day has been like."

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Damian gave a small grunt as Iris pointed out it was likely that his gang wasn't the only gang Regis had dealings with. That didn't surprise him too much. Her father seemed the type who, when pushed into a corner, would do everything to get himself out of it. Those type of people were often the clients he dealt with after all. As she asked for his help to get her things, he gave a small nod of agreement. It was getting late and with the sudden turn of events, he just wanted to get home to relax. 

As a short silence followed, he nearly figured that she didn't have any other questions. He thought it a bit strange, thinking that the girl would be bubbling with confusion. Instead, she seemed a lot more calm than he would have ever expected. Damian supposed her father had been honest when saying she'd understand it was all business. Despite her brief period of being upset, it seemed like she had accepted her fate other wise. [i]Well good.. Less trouble for me.[/i] he thought as he turned the corner. 

However, it seemed his guess had been wrong. 

Damian stifled a grimace as she asked how much she had been worth. To be honest, that was a question he really didn't want to answer. Though he had stubbornly accepted the offer, he didn't like actually associating an amount of money to a human's worth. He was tempted to deny it but supposed that she had a right to know. "£50000." he answered in a quieter voice.

Luckily her home came into view, offering for a switch of subject. He pulled off to park and glanced over at Iris. "Alright let's go get your stuff."