"Oh, so close. Could even take it as a metaphor or somethin," said Zephyr. "You're good at this. Knew you would be."

Elsewhere down the line of the bar, Pip gave a careless spin on her toes which put her facing down the two. No surprise followed, though she did mime pushing up a pair of glasses against the fakest of all possible scowls, then made some shooing gestures before someone called for a refill.

"An I wasn't gonna argue with /any/ convincina yours bfore she did that."

Having finished his drink, Zephyr leaned over and, his lips still cool from the straw, nipped Jack's ear.