Duty bound. [ He raises his glass in a mock toast, but she's a bit busy apparently downing all of hers and he watches this more or less how he watches everything else, at first - vaguely indifferently. He's not yet reasoned out whether it means he'll need to stagger his own drinking or not.

The sudden feet in his lap are somewhat amusing though. He doesn't particularly mind, but he doesn't really know what to do with them either, so at first he simply lifts his hands and rests one forearm over her ankles, lets the other use the armrest. ]

Don't you have files? Porthos and Aramis. I assume they are, they just got here. Their backgrounds were somewhat iffy on whether or not they were seeing anyone currently back wherever they came from. [ He considers her point for a moment or two though. ] Redhead probably has less baggage.