"Hell, I wish I could pay one of my coworkers to do that for me, but I think they might not like having to take on extra paperwork," he says with a laugh. It feels kind of good, laughing this much. It's easy and Nikita doesn't any expectations of him beyond not being a jerk, he figures.

"You want another drink?" he asks. It's the easiest way to figure out if he's going to get that pitying sort of look if he orders another for himself.