"Not given where you're putting them. Or not putting them," Andy allowed.
He took the question seriously, turning again to draw one foot up and rest it on the windowsill for balance as he leaned back against the frame. He took a long gulp to finish the glass, then set it aside, feeling the warmth well enough in his body and not needing to waste the scotch by drinking it when he already had a halfway decent buzz going.
"Snarky. Too intelligent for your own good. Standoffish. Probably the radical loner sort."