"Not anymore, I guess," Noah said in answer to Jace's question. "Used to come in handy sometimes, though." He hadn't necessarily been the wine and dine sort, either, but there were always exceptions. That was Noah's rule to live by, and it had always served him well in the past. It wasn't good to get stuck on any one method, because you could miss some interesting people.
Noah nodded to the bartender's assertion that people were just looking for warm bodies. He couldn't really argue with that, because in a lot of cases, that was all it was. Despite having been married once, he wasn't necessarily a relationship guy either. Usually, his attachments ended up being more complicated than even that, but that was just his luck. "Well, ya know, you could ask what's the point in anything," he said, just to play devil's advocate.
Accepting the glass, he took a drink from it and tried to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head; he'd forgotten how great a glass of bourbon could be. "Security, yeah," he replied. When asked about if he'd seen anything exciting, he smirked. "Well, lots of infected just outside the walls, if you consider that exciting. That's been about it." At least he hadn't seen anyone trying to blow up the fucking place, which was progress.