Who would he be if he didn't take an out when it's freely given, even if he'd be lying to say he isn't tempted to stick around. Oh well, another time, maybe.

"No promises." He appeases Alex first, then turns to Bobbie as he stands with his tray. "I'll save a spot for you at the bar, Duster." Then he winks and wanders off in that aimless way he has. Until next time, jerks.