[Such a good lass, this one.] Only the nights you waste my drink.

[He is the cutest puppy that ever did sail the Atlantic, it's true. There's a small smirk on his face and a flash of teeth in her direction before he takes another drink.]

I am starting to resent all of these insults, Kidd. Plenty about me is deep enough, if you're willing to look. [There might be a bit of an eyebrow waggle here. Honestly, this is more or less just him heckling her than actually propositioning. He likes Mary, but he respects her more than anything.]

Is that not work now? How about you tell me what it is that you consider work, and I'll let you know what I've done. [The only thing he's worked toward has been the Observatory. It's just about the only thing worth it. He can't even work on his own marriage.

This has just become depressing.]