"Yet being the key word there," Faith shook her head with a wry grin. "And when have you ever been under anyone else's control Mr Walks-Out-on-the-Big-Bad?"
She arched her eyebrow at him before giving the score a quick glance herself, more out of reflex than actually being interested.
She half laughed, somewhat ruefully as she stared at the bar. "Thanks. And I hope you're right." She glanced at the beer bottle with an almost offended look. "Hey, I'm being pretty good. It's beer, not hard liquor. Or anything stronger for that matter."