"Twenty questions, eh?" Hopefully they'd actually get to all twenty before one of them (not him of course) lost. "I'm in," he said, matching her by taking a long drink as well.
He raised a brow at her question, then chuckled. "Perhaps, I'm more hoping you lose. Although, I don't tend to make bets if I think I'll lose."
"My turn," he said, taking another sip. "How much did you miss me?"