A faint smile curves Adam's lips, amused. "I just might," he says. It seems he's one of those won over by that kind of confidence, or at least willing to entertain rather than dismiss it.

He accepts a drink, sipping slowly. It's just for show, alcohol does nothing to him anymore, but there's no need showing that off. Let people have a different idea about him: reserved English dude, not much of a drinker, therefore not much trouble.

"Is this the only place you fight?"