Wash nodded amiably at the offer and stuff his hands in his pockets, looking casual and waiting for him to catch up. But as the now jacketed man spoke again he furrowed his brow and squinted to see if anyone was in the car. After a satisfied, though bleary, inspection he shifted his eyes to the other man, suspiciously.
"Named it Jarvis?" he asked, conversationally, giving an indication of exaggerated politeness in letting Tony go first on the path to the bar. Wash ruffled his hair with his hand, perhaps trying to put together some semblance of caring for his appearance in the presence of the wealthy, well-groomed man.