"Well, I was thinking more of a non-metaphorical Man, but yeah, I'd prefer a Bruce Willis-Angelina Jolie action-fest any day," Ollie mused with a bit of a grin. He'd actually always been more partial to the Ocean's Eleven series, even though he couldn't ever sit through the whole thing without picking it apart and pointing out everything they did wrong. "I was thinking like… one of those spy movies with a romantic twist. Lady is sent to spy on Man, Man starts acting shady, Lady gets suspicious…" he half-smiled. Shrugging a shoulder, he watched her as she grabbed her backpack and set his own down in front of him.
He paused; he hadn't been expecting her to actually give a name, but it was a nice surprise all the same. "There once was a Lady named Laney, who had conspiracies on her brain-y. She said "oh good golly, let's have Cognac with Ollie," and they partook in booze made with grain-y…" he pieced the limerick together off the top of his head and grinned, rather proud of the spontaneity. Her tone was a little biting but the smile belied it, so Ollie just smiled. He understood hard shells; some of the people on the 'merry band of thieves' he and Allie had managed had been the same way, so he wasn't going to call her on it. Not immediately, anyway. "Suspicions of the man aside, I'm glad to have a drinking partner. Haven't had a real drink in a couple years, so this should be entertaining," he said as he tugged the bottle from his backpack, the orange-yellow brandy glinting in the glow his LED light gave off. "I haven't had some real good Cognac in ages either. Shame we don't have any mixers but I don't think we need them."
He smirked when she went from calling Cognac her favorite to not knowing what it tasted like, and he shrugged. "Last I remember, it tasted sort of… oaky. It's a brandy, so it's a bit strong, too."