[He chuckles dryly and gives a shrug.] Don’t need nothing fancy. Just a pretty girl and something to take the edge off is a enough for me.

[He says it casually and even throws in a wink for good measure, but they both know it’s as false as the spectacle he’d put on just now. It wasn’t really worth discussing anyway, so he lets the matter drop afterward and follows Sorcha as she leads on.

When she let’s him inside her living quarters, he scans it instinctively, as he had been taught, and makes mental notes to himself while playing curious, even though he genuinely is as just about everything that mattered about Sorcha is still a secret to him even now. He smiles at the sight of the wine bottle and glasses.]

Whatever you like best’ll be fine. I’m not too picky.

[Which was true even before the war, given what he and Steve had needed to give up to survive the Depression.]