"Sure. You already made it clear you had a great time freezing the French." He watches the bartender fill the glasses again with some unease. He's in that buzzed grey area that overrules the more scrupulous part of his brain.

"Didn't mean for this to go back to a dark place," he says with an awkward laugh. "But whatever! You said you don't bother with the uh-- what was your word? drudgery of warfare anymore. Do you still cull the herd on a more personal level? Mountaineers and whatnot?"