Alright, can’t really argue with that.
[He rubs the back of his neck briefly and then shrugs his shoulders.] Well, you know, in all that spare time I’ve had…
No real reason to change any of it, though.
I imagine she’ll try to corner me later for shots, but for now I’m sticking with this.
[ Maria lifts the glass, takes a long pull of wine, brows arced. ]
Of course. Makes finding the corkscrew easier.
How’d you get pressured into hosting this, by the way? That little old lady downstairs know how much danger her building’s in?