"Whatever's on tap." Ryan wasn't all that picky when it came to drinks - or much of anything else really, for that matter.
He still wasn't sure why he was sitting here. He had nothing to say to Jamie; while they did occasionally talk about trivial details of life - at least, before he decided to auction him off to the highest bidder who, thank God, was someone he somewhat knew - usually they only ever got together in seriousness when Jamie needed him for some sort of foreign threat.
And there was no current impending 'threat to national security', to Ryan's knowledge.