"Sixteen," Adam corrects, full of good humor as he discards a card from his hand and awaits a replacement deal, "but I had an excellent fake ID. And as far as what was under the kilt, well." He laughs softly, studying his new card for a moment, apparently pleased (spoiler: he's not, that just made things worse).

"Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell, that's not gentlemanly conduct."