"Yeah, a drink," he said, pulling back on his shirt. He draped his jacket over his arm.
"Of course you're not," he said, with a warm smile. He headed for the door. "Come on, it's really great scotch. I've been begging Robin to share since she got here, but she's holding out on me," he said, glancing back at Robin, his eyes sparkling.
It wasn't true, he knew that scotch was something that was to be saved for special occasions. But a threeway with Robin and someone who looked just like him was definitely a special occasion.