"Hmmm..." Angela pondered, "A very good point!" She conceded brightly, "Regret doesn't serve much purpose anyway. It's not like you can change things that are already done." Or the future, for that matter. For all the fighting, Angela was mostly of the opinion that things were determined by raw, practical necessity more than anything else and therefore there was little point in getting worked up about them.
She raised an eyebrow at him and finished her own drink, downing it in one shot and then placing the glass delicately on the table. That was one thing to be said for several years of drinking: A much higher tolerance than her size would suggest.
"Thank you much." She accepted and waved over the bar tender and then ordered a whiskey of her own, "You're a true gentleman." She joked, "Perhaps we ought to acquire you a white horse."
There were worse things than some mutual entertainment.