There's a small smirk at that last brush against his back. "Yeah you do. Thanks."

Wik has made it to one of the few openings at the bar, conveniently made by an older man perched next to Jason, giving her the practiced leer of an aged Italian barfly.

He can't help but grin and chuckle into his drink as she expertly -yet politely- dispatches him. Jason can feel her eyes shift to him at the chuckle, and he turns to meet her raised brow. "Nice. Wasn't much of a challenge with a guy like that, but I can't say you aren't skilled."