Mick gave him a rueful grin because, hell, you weren't supposed to encourage things like that. It was tempting fate. (Like pulling a job when the Flash was supposed to be out of town. No matter how much of a lock it seemed to be...)
Then again, given Mick's "profession" and the number of aspiring do-gooders out there, weird was probably always going to be a par for the course. You couldn't jaywalk in some cities without tripping over a cape. That was just the way the world went.
Mick raised his own shot glass in return. "May it find someone else to bother," he added, before knocking back his drink.