"That's just an excuse," Booth scoffed, though there were sympathetic undertones. "There's always something. Like King could become a comedian and you could be his manager," he teased her, trying to get a smile despite the gravity of the situation.
He shook his head, leaning back against the wall. "So goes the old saying. But it's nice feeling like we have some control over it too."
Her response about the tequila earned a chuckle from the FBI agent. "That sounds like a smart idea. I'll stowe it away to break out later to celebrate a victory, all right?" He was relieved to see she wasn't entirely drawing in to herself and slowly regaining her footing over the situation.
An eyebrow rose slowly. "Dracula," he said slowly. "The guy in a cape who harrassed Jonathan Harker and his fiancee?"