Tony followed suit, easily tipping the rest of his drink to the back of his throat. "I think you're the only one who would describe it that way. Funny, I didn't take you as an optimist or a dreamer. You struck me as... practical," he said. His words sounded vague, but not yet slurred. That was still a few drinks away.
"Maybe that's what I need," he said, looking back at her. "A practical answer. I know what it would be... take the money, support your country, and give them the damn weapons." A pause before he remembered his manners. "Pardon the language."