George slid a cocktail across the bar to him. "A very strong Manhattan," he said with a sympathetic smile.
Nate chuckled. "Yeah... definitely needed. Thanks. Your... royal highness?"
George grinned. "He picks it up quickly," he said approvingly.
Nate took a sip of the cocktail. It was strong. But very good. "So okay. You're over Maureen and ... seriously dating the Queen of Genovia, and talking about marriage. And we live on a spaceship now and your friend who is a prince - of England? - makes us drinks. I think I'm getting there..."