"I know... I know." Tristan waved his hand slightly. "But I'd hate for me not to say something, something happen and then it's on me." He reached out and nudged the kid. "I can't go setting up a friend for failure, now can I?" He finished the rest of his drink and ran a hand over the shoe box. "I've avoided Vegas for the most part. Things in Manhattan were bad enough when I left and when I visited Rome it was practically burning. But the stories I've heard of Vegas... Yea, best to keep my distance." He tilted his head slightly. "Not that I wouldn't be able to hold my own- I just prefer not to."