"Why thank you." Compliments are generally just shy of meaningless to him – he's had too many – but he pretends well, and he appreciates the thought. His smile is warm, a little alcohol-infused by now, but not to the point of embarrassment. (Yet.)

"I don't know about faster, but the company is better." Imagine his brain is just full of lines like that. At least he doesn't seem like the type to take himself too seriously. "Rachel, isn't it?"