"She's nice." He replied non-committal, "And a tiger in the sack. I mean, she is dirty." He clarified with a smirk. Declan had indeed slept with Daphne, years ago when he first started working at O'Malley's - it had been once or twice before both of them got bored - which was sort of Daphne's way, she enjoyed a fuck 'em and leave 'em as much as most men. "She's fond of your type," He told Will as they left the bar, walking in the weak Boston sunshine, "So all you'd have to do is show up and buy her a drink. Just one."
It was a lot nicer than the walk-up Delan had grown up in and the two-bed dump his sister lived in, but he'd never been intimidated by that kind of thing and simply glanced around, "Nice digs. A lot better than the cell." He concurred, gravitating toward the windows as he always did - he was the outdoors type and he hated dark rooms, they set him on edge. He twitched the curtain taking a cursory glance outside before turning back to the Will. "Free men." He repeated closing the distance between them by a few feet as he shrugged his own jacket off, "Feels good doesn't it?"