The ice in Thomas's glass hit his nose as he finished his whiskey. It burned a little more going down. Must've hit the wrong tube. "Really?" He coughed, clearing his throat.
Bash didn't met anyone. Thomas had seen him on multiple occasions take a young witch home and the next day there he was, just Bash. Thomas look at his friend closely as he poured himself a glass of wine. From what Thomas could tell he looked a bit more dreamy or at least up on himself.
Thomas leaned in putting the bottle back on the table. "Tell me about her." If Bash actually want to talk about it then it would have to be quiet. And Thomas knew it stayed between the two of them.