Christmas in September! Well, perhaps not Christmas, it was only most of a pack of cigarettes after all. A birthday? No, no... Well, either way, it was pretty good.
"Thanks, er-" He looked Roth up and down, "So what am I supposed call you then? You're not a professor. Therapist? Mister? Mister Counsellor? You highness? Or like...Sir?" He grinned, the little shot of nicotine improving his mood drastically.