Daryl squirmed a little and averted his gaze, going so far as to turn his head. Very uncomfortable at being put on the spot, but not getting to the point of being angry because he knew it was his fault for not thinking most of this through first.

"A fancy bar at a hotel, art gallery opening, something like that." He mumbled the words, but not so much they wouldn't be clear as day to either of their kind. "Not a dirty alley in the middle of... practically no where."