"If that's what you'd prefer, Ms. Frost," he answered and drained his own glass. He looked around as well, assessing the possible threat level of any of the other patrons. To him the danger seemed pretty low but he wasn't the telepath here. Maybe one of the well-dressed elderly women at the corner table was a HYDRA terrorist or that high class hooker at the other end of the bar flirting with the bartender was the Red Skull in disguise. You never could tell.