"This could be stronger, but we can always mix it if you'd prefer," Ambrose said, pouring from the same bottle he'd used for himself. He slid the glass over to Archie and then cast an appreciatory glance around the Gray Room. "Sabrina and I cleaned it up, and I think I'm getting ready to open it. But back home, it was nice to have a place to escape to."
He took a drink, resting his hand around the glass. "Seems it still works for that. This used to be strictly a gentleman's club, but my cousin took it upon herself to change that. For the better," he added quickly.
He gave Archie an appraising look. "How are you doing, Archie? Now that we're done murdering rabbits."