[he watches her tip over the bar, eyebrows arching, impressed and not all at the same time. he doesn't comment on it, however, nor does he argue against her sitting down with him when she does. instead, he leans forward a bit, brow still arched, and asks:] Can you honestly tell me the next words out of your mouth wouldn't have been to ask for all the little, gory details?

[everyone else has asked. the feigned sympathy usually comes next]