He's not entirely sure what to make of babe - whether it's a thoughtless term of endearment in the same way he uses mate, or whether it's mocking he's nit entirely sure, but there's a tiny deeply buried part of him that likes it.

"As long as they keep the good booze flowing." Jacob says, because that bar has held a lot of his attention so far this evening too. "They can throw a party like this every other week if they like."

Just as long as he never has to drink another tequila sunset as long as he lives.