"You want to wash dishes or want her to? I could use a few more with her energy, that's for sure." He leaned back a bit, tapping his foot to the beat of the music. "It's me dad's fault I'm into this, you know. That and Carribbean music. That sort of thing was always on the wireless or the record player, so I just sort of fell into it." He sipped his wine and pulled out a cigar, then felt for another. "Smoke?"