"That would be delightful, if you don't mind." He certainly didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

"All sport," he said severely, then brightened a bit. "The tears of St. Lawrence!" What a jolly martyr he'd been. Odd but so funny. "They're difficult to see in the city nowadays, but in the country - lovely." He pounds his fist on the bar, slightly harder than he'd meant to. "The sky is what we need, I believe I've mentioned this."