He chuckled at the mention of the local football team. Julian detested sports, and the maniacs who numbered themselves among the "Raider Nation" were, to him, the best examples of people who had lost their sanity. His brows quirked at the mention of being taken along for a vacation - though he was well known for making quick friends, the mixed feelings about this man certainly made him less inclined to show favor toward that idea. Besides, what else could be out there that he didn't already have right here, in this apartment building and in his own club? That thought surprised him, since only moments before he'd been quite pleased with himself in the fact that he was readily open to new experiences. Maybe it was just the company making the offer.
"It's something to think about, definitely," was his vague reply, a hand rising to scratch and smooth down his already perfectly combed goatee. He could, however, respect the man for sticking it out in his attainment of a dream: it was something Julian himself had done his best to achieve, though he couldn't say that there had been moments when he'd imagined giving up. No, that was happening with his marriage...
Shaking his head, driving out those thoughts, he refocused. "That's what we Americans are all about, perseverance. Perhaps we'll make a Yankee out of you yet." Suddenly his phone buzzed in his pocket, and Julian withdrew it in a smooth motion. Holding it to his ear, he merely grunted as a woman's voice related some issue to him. After a moment, he shut the phone and returned to his conversational partner. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to cut this short. Running a small business usually means no rest for the wicked," he grinned, sliding his phone back into his pocket. Extending his hand for a farewell shake, he angled his body toward the door. "It was a pleasure meeting you."