The waiter comes over to take their drink orders with a smile - devastatingly handsome this one, like all of them - and is on his way within moments.

Lorne shakes his head and raises his hand to wag not one, not two, but his entire set of fingers at her. "Don't sell yourself short. You looked it up, and that's more than most would've bothered with. All right?"

Getting out his trusty pack of Camel brand cigs, he lights up and takes a deep drag. If he can't have a drink right away, nicotine makes for the best substitute in the world.

"What do you think it means, in this here context? Aequitas."