Oh, he liked her laugh. It was disarming - sweet, really. She was a smart girl with a nice laugh and a horrible tendency to draw the crazies out in droves. Terrible combination.

"Never much for sports. Didn't like the running - I was in chess club." No, but hey. It was something he could see himself doing, in some past where he was a geeky little schmuck. He took barely half a sip from his glass out of habit, not wanting to toss it back or make Lisa think he wasn't going to drink at all.

He pursed his lips, unsurprised. Wasn't he some kind of... psychopath? Made sense. People came to kill other people all the time. "Sounds like a nice time. Really knows how to, uh, show a lady a good time, huh? But, uh, if he doesn't want you saying anything, why are you going and telling me? After all, I've been known for being terrible at keeping secrets."