Terrence grinned. He had a good measure of Chas, indeed; she was like him in a lot of ways. Words weren't going to do shite, but doing something could make her feel loads better.
"I'm full of good ideas," he said with a mischievous smirk, as their third round came. He took this drink as slow as the first, savoring it. The idea had brightened him up, too.