"I ain't a complete idjit, I'll give you that much." Bobby shrugged. "'s true what they say. You can take a boy out of the country, but not the country out of the boy. Just learned to curse in a couple more languages." And learned to fight and kill, if need be. Sometimes when the need wasn't there, but it was better not to linger on that. Not ever, but especially not when he was trying to impress someone.

"Do you want a beer?" He put a hand on Michael's thigh, still looking at his face. "I can drive you home later if you want. Or you can stay the night."