Not complaining one bit, but it's one more thing to tease Nathan about. Not that it ever seems to get him anywhere, but Nathan's a safe place to play. "Confess it, fella, you're just sold on that advertising."
Another drag, and he taps the ciggy against the ashtray on the bar, head tilting back to hum assessingly. "Copacetic, long as I get that juice before hell freezes over. Cash or check?"