Mike arches a brow at him, his eyes glancing over him in a measuring flick, then he relents and pours.
"I'm not your mother." He turns the bottle away as the mystery booze lips the top of the glass. He sets the bottle down and links his eyes together calmly, clearly in no rush. "That said, if there's something on our mind. I do have ears."
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"I'm not your mother." He turns the bottle away as the mystery booze lips the top of the glass. He sets the bottle down and links his eyes together calmly, clearly in no rush. "That said, if there's something on our mind. I do have ears."