Emerson sighed again. This was why he smoked. And drank. And played the guitar. He didn't want to give a definite yes or no at the moment, but he assumed he'd have to sooner or later. Zephyrine seemed pretty intent on getting this thing together.
"Fine. Not definitely yes. This is a maybe that could turn into a yes," he finally relented. "I'll meet her. I'll see what you've got going on. That good enough for now?"