He took a swig - not how you're supposed to drink wine, but he was never one for the norm, right? - and eyed her. "That kind of rhetoric will eat you alive, sweetheart." Mm, no, that wasn't the right petname, really. He needed something more mature than that. Doll, but that would be too close to Crane, who was too close to Jackson - hm.

"Is that what you wanted to do, Lisa? Run a big, fancy hotel?"