Rex cringes a little, because the less he knows about her sex life, the better. But it's too late. Now he knows that she's getting some, regularly, while he can't even have the one person he wants. Swallowing back his bitterness, he murmurs, "Lucky man."

He tugs at the torn label on his beer sullenly and lets out a dry laugh. "No, thankfully. I don't even have an ID." It sort of caught on fire when he did, four years ago. "And I'm here to... check out the..." He looks around, then sighs and shakes his head. "I came here by accident. Happy?"