[ She makes a pretty compelling argument, all things considered. Watching his shades slip over the curve of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, he can't help something of a smile. Not as hidden or as flippant — perhaps he's simply not thinking about it enough to not blow his Cool Dude™️ finesse. ]

Alright, alright. As the lady wishes. [ Tipping his glass around, he huffs a low noise. ] You know, I gotta admit. I have no idea whose question it was.

[ He lifts his drink, offering it out for a toast. ]

But here's to not burning down the place. For once.