"Good, good. You want to have a few beers for lunch, pick up the old courage?" He was just wondering. "If not, I've got the flask here any time you need it." Sometimes it was a life saver.

"I'll come with you, we can keep it strictly professional. Place is boring anyway, your lover boy has his paperwork in order. Ridiculous. Remember that raid?" It had turned up nothing, presumably because they had gotten a heads up in time, but it had also just been entirely too organised. All on top of their taxes too. Eerie, honestly. "No wonder you were into him."

Same of the perfectly arranged pens on his desk.