Shae finally managed to wrestle the holster off his shoulders and deposited it on the table in front of them, all the while listening to his dinner guest's anxious response. Damn, did this girl ever relax?
"Ain' not'ing lame 'bout it. Got da degree fo' a reason, didn' you?" He smiled in what he hoped amounted to a very friendly and reassuring grin, then briefly leaned toward her to knock their respective beer bottles together in toast.
"Promise I ain' gon' bite you, ma cher," he said with a wink, folding his legs beneath him on the couch.