"You have Clint for your first call," he chuckled, pulling out his gloves and casually slipping them back on his hands, waltzing towards the door. "Just remember, sugar - you're playing a game with that Crane-lookalike and I'm playing on your team."

For now.

He reached the door and swung it open, turning to give her a flourished bow. "Have a great night, Lisa-dear," he sing-songed, "Don't stay up too late with that wine."

At least he knew not to slam the door on his way out.