[He catches that pause, brief as it is. It's hard not to - he's a little self-conscious about the new additions. They're a little unnerving and he has to look at them in the mirror every morning.] They're, uh. New. [He offers by way of explanation.] At least I know what the fuck I'm turnin' into, bad news is I'm a spider, though. [Good news and bad news. Ugh.

He uncaps the bourbon as she settles down, passes it over - ladies first.] No need to flatter me, I've got nowhere else to be.