"I thought about it," He was nothing if not honest, at least about things like that- he wasn't invested enough in the guy, yet, to put the effort forward for a lie. Taking a drink, he pushed a breath out as it burned his throat, a content sigh.
Mark had no idea what the guy wanted from him, but it was a Friday night, Gat was... gone, somewhere, and he didn't feel like sitting alone. It was this, or bars in America. At least here, he had the 'foreign' appeal.