"You're so fancy. I still think you've gotta be a city boy, you just ain't in the city yet." Just a question of time with someone like that. Fancy words and fancy tastes, dressing to impress. City-bound for sure. "Look into my eyes, yeah?"

He caught Michael's gaze and made sure he had his attention so he could check whether he might have any after-effect from being knocked around. "You look pretty clear to me. I'd give you my whiskey, but it's cheap as hell. Not watered down though."