He gave her a deadpan stare, raising an eyebrow and tossing another fry into his mouth. How to answer? He knew he needed to be honest in a way but not really honest, "No time for women," you know, like that, "Busy and besides, uh, look, look at the community and imagine what a gal's friends say in real-" or that, shut up! He cut himself off with another fry.

"Haha, Lisa," he sing-songed, wagging a finger at her, "No alcohol drunk is still oh, oh so very drunk. And only Harvey gets to play these little Chicago games with me."