"Why, thank you," he drawled in response, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the table, as close as he would let himself get in the bar. Innocent enough that he would look like he was trying to be heard over the music, but inching just close enough that he knew it had to be testing Sean's self-control.
"So, how you like 1929? I've got to say, my lived experience of it was vastly different from this, I'm sure you've gathered."