A laugh bubbles up out of him and he does a poor job of hiding it behind the hand he rubs over his mouth. "Right," he says to himself, gaze dropping to the bar counter. Take, take, take. All it ever is.

"I'm not gonna rat you out, Sarah," he promises with a look that would be teasing in another set of circumstances. Now there's a hardness behind his eyes. "Nothing to talk about, in my book."