"What's in a name?" Aidan retorts, and bites on the inside of his cheek to keep from adding another Scotty. He'll wait until he's had his whiskey and his chat to reiterate. Instead he mimes closing his lips and throwing away the key, then smiles encouragingly.
"Can we talk here or should we move to your office?" Scotty. He can add it in his mind, at least, if he's not going to say it, fingers still tiptapping on the table.