"There's a place not far from here which serves decent food," Jamie said, handing his credit card to the clerk, and buttoned his jacket. Although he hadn't got what he'd gone out for, he wasn't grumpy or annoyed, because the satisfaction of getting a new building in DC was still running strong.
"Five to ten minutes on foot," he added, "unless you'd rather go some place fancy." National Security wasn't the oysters, caviare and champagne type himself but he'd said he'd treat Ares and was willing to accommodate the Greek as well as he could.