"The only rules around here seem to be watch your money and don't give the password out to random strangers."

Now that she looked at the level of beer left in her bottle, she could use another. Why spend her money if he was offering to spend his? The lack of skeeve factor meant he probably wouldn't ask her for anything later. His apparent caginess was beginning to remind her of the blonde Slayer she'd run into, the one who wouldn't even give her name.

The conflation was just weird in her head, because Slayers could only be girls, right? If there was a particular thing Irish was doling here tonight (and usually everyone wanted something) He'd tell her or he wouldn't.