Dylan turned with surprise at the comment, pumpkin martinis being about the last thing he would drink. When he saw the face though, he knew exactly who was asking, and could only guess why. He grinned. "I'm thinking Jamie wouldn't drink pumpkin martinis, so you must be thinking of Craig. Especially how much he's been rubbing in meeting you."
He held out his hand. "I'm Dylan, and have much better taste in drinks than that. I already know who you are, you're in the history books. Now doesn't that feel odd?"