A short laugh escaped before he could bite it back. "Uh. Aye, well. I suppose I sail a lot in those dreams." A light blush crept over his cheeks. Glass in hand, he downed half of it trying to not talk about what the dreams that led him there really entailed. He knew, logically, that it had sounded like he was talking about the fake concept of the 'American dream' but he could not fight back the feeling that she knew exactly what he had been talking about.
"So," he paused to swallow down a burp. "What do you do for fun? Other than meet strangers at a pub you suggested." He grinned.