"Something like that," he chuckled before holding up one finger in a hold-on-a-moment gesture then turning to grab one of his shots and hold up the glass as if to toast Jack, then downed it in one go. He shivered and cringed a little afterwards, then was back to grinning.

"I'd call this loitering at the edges, not expanding. Sometimes I just..." He shrugged, trying to find a shorthand way of explaining why he liked that Jack hadn't expected to see him in a club like that. "Sometimes I tire of wearing a suit."