"Ain't you got enough to drink at that boozer of yours?" He asked her, gently shooing Blitzer from his lap and getting to his feet to fetch their drinks. He set one glass in front of her, and took a swallow of his own as he slipped back into his own chair. "You look well enough. How's things goin'?"
He took another swallow from his glass before he set it down, watching the dog pad over to her and sniff her, tail wagging harder. "Oi, Blitzer!" He called the dog back, rolling his eyes at it and pouring a small measure from his glass into the dog's water bowl. "He's a prize fighter, this one. Smarter than most." He explained, "But you still haven't told me why you're here, Ann."