He lifted his own glass for a sip. It wasn't bad beer, but nothing special. Though he did have to admit that everything in general tasted better since he had a soul again. He'd barely drank any, to be honest - it was one of those things he hadn't really cared about, like sleeping.
At the question, his shoulders lifted in a slight shrug. "It's been quiet. The nights usually are, lately." For the most part, at least. "So what do you think of Ridgeway? You seem to be settling in alright."