You're friggin kidding me. You want a mixed drink? The liquor cabinet's that big fancy thing with the onyx inlays over there, it folds out into a bar, knock yourself out.

[Jack shakes his head again. There's potential in the kid but geeze. He's a needy thing. Rhys is on his own for a fancy drink. But whatever, as long as it calms him the hell down some.

Maybe he can even have a little fun with this whole surprise plan for the evening.]

And bring me the whiskey bottle when you're done, I need a top off.