"I do try, sweetheart," Bones said with a laugh. "Don't worry. I won't bother quizzing you on mine. And you're welcome." He raised his glass a little and gave her a nod. "Cheers." He took another sip, enjoying the taste of real whiskey. It was hard to find the good stuff in 2258. "I think you might have just worked up a sweat with those violent tendencies, and they keep this bar too damn warm." He looked her over. Damn if she wasn't an attractive woman. He saw a good number of the men in the bar checking her out and he felt an odd sort of pleasure that she was paying attention to him. Women like her usually gravitated toward Jim.
"Only all the time," he said dryly, with a roll of his eyes. "It's a hobby of mine, you know." He laughed. "And you? Been driving the menfolk to distraction with your..." he paused here too look her over again, "wiles?"