"Sure thing. Step into my best buddy's office," he gestures to the lit up bar, and the three-eyed bartender with a friendly - if sharp-toothed - smile.

"Ramon, darling, give my friend something nice and immaculate. The usual for me, pretty please with honey on top."

One Seabreeze for Lorne, a virgin Cosmo for the friend.

And then, only then, does he address the question what sadly lacked a question mark. He does so with a sip, and a scrutinizing look down his inescapable nose.

"Busteeeed. What can I say? Yeah, I am--" Speaking of which, "Greener than me, sweetie."