[He pats her hand reassuringly before lifting off the wall to straighten his chair, scooting out from the narrow space without much difficulty. In a few short moments, he's back with four drinks as opposed to two -- two vodka canberries and two screwdrivers. He doesn't say anything in regards to it, merely setting them on the table and resituating himself in his chair against the wall.]

So what's been goin' down in The Land of Lolitas and Birds? I hear Europe's a snazzy place.

[Aside from the occasional shipment from Lachesis, it was clear Davesprite had yet to leave the City from that comment alone. He doesn't seem upset about it, but he was always pretty good at hiding emotions. He picks up one of his screwdrivers and spins the ice in the glass.

He pauses for a second and shifts his shoulders.]

I mean, if you wanna share.