"You guess?" he echoes in mock bewilderment, a hand splaying on his lapel like that particular amendment left a mark. His drink makes a dull sound against the counter top as if to punctuate it all. "Such a ringing endorsement, babe."

In the blink of an eye, the smile is back--he's as pleased with himself as ever. He lifts his cocktail once again, swirling the contents within.