Evan wiggled his fingers in a slow wave, smirking at Trickster. "Pleased as a peach he is, look at that. And it's about time. Wonder what Cold'll do if he says he's nae going to join up again. Och, that we are, James, how's your tightrope treatin' ya?"

He reached through the glass to off Trickster the extra beer he'd brought.

"Thirsty? Bet ya didnae think the Rogues would come callin' again, did ya?"