"Did she?" Noah, after placing a doubleshot glass in front of Cait, threw her margarita glass into the washbin. The glass tinkled under the counter. He picked up his own glass of beer and finished it off. "If anything, - well, if Lexie had half a brain, she'd ignore it. But, we all know she's far from that."
Noah filled his glass again at the tap, only a reach away. He tended to those that came up to the bar while he was talking - but only distractedly, as they were few and far between, in any case. "You don't think I'm sweet?"