"Know so?" he repeated, giving her a smirk and nod. "Well, that's... telling," he shrugged. And it really was, just two words that seemed to explain how he had gone down in the history books. Not too shabby considering how it could have gone. "Okay. I'll stop fixating on my every flaw. For now, anyway," he chuckled.
"What the fuck is Disneyland?" he asked, taking a gulp of whiskey and then giving her a look of concern. It sounded fucking awful whatever it was.
"All right, I'll take it. What are the terms of your bet?" he asked her, never one to shy away from a bit of gambling.