"Got tomorrow off," he answers as he hails the bartender to bring them another round. "Got a kid at home, though, so this'll probably have to be the last one, but she won't mind if I'm out a bit late. I'll tell her I was talkin' to a pretty lady and she'll probably die of relief that I'm not yet becoming a sad old hermit."

He's joking, sort of, because he knows Beverly has worried about him ever since Lucy disappeared. It's worse that he can't do much to make her feel better about it, because the loss had hurt. It had hurt a lot and he hasn't exactly been dealing with it very well. All that's the kind of stuff he knows better than to say to Nikita, though, because you don't tell the pretty woman you're chatting up about the last pretty woman you lost.