He toasted her back, momentarily oblivious to the room around him as the whiskey hit the back of his throat - he was not going to allow himself to become maudlin, but a few wouldn’t hurt. Adding to that that he had successfully been sociable tonight he thought he had earned it.

“Does he do that much?” He asked, gesturing with his glass towards the vague direction he thought the imbecile at the bar had skulked. “You shouldn’t have to put up with it, you know?” He said far more earnestly than he meant to - she was no fool, he could tell that, and besides which look at where they were. The home of people knowing what they should and shouldn’t live with.