"Recluse in...hey." Dex made a face, though the light in his eyes betrayed the frown. "I went out just...last week. I think." He lifted one shoulder in a half shrug, and slipped into the kitchen, which was in view of the family room. With fresh beer for himself and Jax, he offered a bottle to Kel.
"I don't know why anyone would want to move to London in December." He shook his head. Chicago wasn't exactly the warmest place to be, either. He held the beer in his left hand, and put the right out for the hockey stick. He needed to get a feel for it, before he could work with it.