Pheme inclined her head, smirk widening fractionally as she accepted the glass. "Maybe," she said, slyly.
She raised the glass to her lips, then paused, as though struck by something. Glancing up at Joshua, she shot him an amused smile and cocked the glass towards him in silent toast, before drinking.
He'd returned to his own seat, by now, and his face was expectant. Clearly he was keen to move beyond the small talk.
And that'd be my cue.
Pheme set the glass down on the coffee table, looking Joshua directly in the eye. "What do you know about the Men in Black?"