"That sounds like a reject hero from the sixties comic boom, Neil, darling," Humphrey pointed out, shaking his head, "I don't think so."
"Were you?" Humphrey raised his eyebrows, eyes moving to rest on the man's face before lowering his gaze again, "A piano bar sounds nice, though. I spent it with Hamlet here, and a nice dinner. Had a chat with my niece over the phone. Nothing too terribly exciting," He ran his hand up Neil's leg a bit before just smoothing it back down, sipping his own wine.