"Just me an' some other fella, but there was blood and broken furniture, so I was put on dishwashing duty after a time-out in the cells," he says with the same casual straightforwardness. "I mean, I don't brag about these things when they happen, they just do. I'm not the most rule abidin' guy you're ever gonna meet, that's for sure, but hey." He shrugs again, sopping up melted ice cream off his plate with a piece of pie crust on the end of his fork.

"What about you, then, eh? I bet you could raise a right ruckus up in here, huh? With some secret kung fu moves, tables an' chairs flyin', throwin' people over the bar like they do in the movies," he teases, nudging her knee with his own.