Oh, she can drink up, he doesn't mind. He's a gentleman and a scholar, and he'll pay up whatever is necessary. And he won't even care about trailing behind, either - he's competitive, but not so much when it comes to alcohol. Still, he brings one of the shots to himself, holding it up and tipping it towards Valkyrie.

"You have no idea," because Mick is a lot of things, but not many would be considered 'good buddy' material. "But he's on my team. We've got each other's backs."

The good thing about Nate is that, well, if she does feel like roughing him up, he can take it much better than most. She doesn't know that - yet - but he has a feeling his weird little power might come out sooner rather than later, considering their plans.

"You got any friends in town?"