"Hmmmmm, that might be arranged. I could always use the help of a good man now and again." She giggled back and squeezed his hand. "So what's your poison? The usual?"
"She is, just your type. Purple hair, wild demeanor, quite the cuddler. The only thing is that she doesn't have quite the police record you're used to,so she might even be able to come down to the precinct without feeling like she'll embarrass you. Heck, I could show you around. I just got to close up early and I think Mitch over there has had too much anyway."