He grinned and shook his hand. His fingers, out of the gloves he usually wore, were dirty and smudged still with remnants of makeup. "I'm not?" he asked, reacting with shock. "Well, you're the first person to say anything. Why am I always the last to know?"
He put his hands in his pockets, cocking his head to the side. "Brandy, huh? Haven't had that in a while. Well, when I do get..." here he coughed conspicuously, "'Released' I'll make sure to pick it up."
He spotted the folder on the table, his interest immediately piqued. "And what is that?"