"You don't happen to have any smokes?" Lorcan asked distractedly, plucking the little umbrella from the cocktail and twirling it between his fingers.
"What, you haven't had anyone write my biography yet?" He asked amusedly, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. In the back of his mind Lorcan was calculating arleady. '85-'86. That gave him roughly two years to make it back, assuming that they would be transported back to the time they had been taken from.
"Thanks for giving me the brief summary. Obviously I have good taste in the people I hire. Not that I would've expected anything else from my future self." He took another sip from the cocktail he had snagged from Blaise before deciding that he didn't like it and pushing the glass away. "That's enough business talk, don't you think?"