[He clears his throat and shoves his hands in his pockets before he remembers something unnecessary, like the first smile that drew him in or the juice dripping down his fingertips. It's not like him to be distracted. He's gotten a step closer toward everything he wants, hasn't he?

Everything except the one thing he left behind. Everything except the one thing he came here for.]

I know this nice and quiet speakeasy by the old theater. Real hole-in-the-wall type shit. [He jerks his head toward the stairs and starts moving in that direction. It's better than sticking around and ogling his boss...] We can walk. I'll make it interesting. ...Don't worry, I ain't running off!

[Not that he has any plans whatsoever. He's just doing whatever feels right in the moment.]

You've seen the news, yeah?