"What are you? A lawyer like Jeremiah?" he asked. Then he shook his head. "No, that wouldn't be right. You said sentence. A judge?" he asked. She didn't look like a fucking judge. She looked like a waitress who could wear a short skirt and wrangle the highest tips at Pendragon's.
"Ah, Timothy," he laughed. "The wanker. I don't need him to describe me," he laughed again. "How about we come up with a report together? Make sure you put on there that I'm fucking good," he said and finished half his drink. "A looker, yeah? And I'll admit I have quite a way with the ladies but that's because they let me."
He grinned over at her. "You're a feisty one. You remind me of--" Lisa. "Someone." He tilted his glass back and finished it. "All done. Now what?" he asked playfully, wondering why Lisa had jumped to the front of his mind.