"Sir?" David quirked an eyebrow and nursed his scotch, "Why don't you just call me grandpa and be done with it?" Sir. How awful.
"I imagine the time comes more often in a university setting." The was no wistfulness about this speculation. David had never been quite the jazz hands and random singing sort. But he could appreciate it. And did. Piano bars were a different matter. "If you think that will help." He replied noncommittally. "For you I mean. Obviously, I'm not worried."