Adam had seen enough of his fellow tenants to be surprised that the offer of intoxicating bribery had not been enough to encourage them to turn out; he was not judging, by any means, having himself jumped at the one opportunity he'd been given to get thoroughly inebriated, but it did strike him as odd. Perhaps the timing simply had not been right for more to come. Regardless, it left him with a rare chance to taste vintages he would never ordinarily spend such money on, and he intended to take it.
"I'd love to take that off your hands," he admitted, at last stepping into the apartment. He allowed himself another look around the place, nodding as he did. "I'll even help you unpack a few boxes if it'd make you feel better about just giving it away." He smiled softly, one dark eyebrow arching. "So what brings you to Newport Beach from Chicago, if you don't mind my asking? I've loved it the few times I've been."