Re: Quicklog, Mean-Eyed Cat: F. Eames/Steve M
No, probably not, [he said of the bogs.] Sounds... ah, wet. [Steve teased lightly and easily, genial and surface. His smile was just as amiable. He dried glasses carefully as he spoke with Eames.] Does that mean on your own? 'Tod'? [Steve wasn't riled by provocative, really. Well, he could be, at the right time, by the right provocation. He'd spent most of his life fighting, after all, but not by something like this.—He glanced up from his rag.] A public defender, so the latter. [A smile. He put one glass aside and took up another.] Ever been to New York?