"He took it willingly too," Sinclair laughs, closing the door behind them and heading straight for the liquor cabinet. "Was it vodka? I'm a whiskey man, myself."

He pulls down the bottle for himself and a couple glasses, filling the bottom of his. There's nothing wrong with having a routine. This is how he executes most of his business conversations. Only this time, there's a little more at stake. Which, with as long as he's been doing this, is saying something.