[His eyebrows rise curiously when she's so quick to liberate the bottle. He walks in like he belongs there, letting the door shut behind him, and shrugs. So she still doesn't like him, maybe, though he knows Sara has always pretended not to care much, yet sought him out and spend time with him. That was why it was possible for their relationship to grow.]

Who's being sentimental? I'm just tired of beating Mick at cards. He's a sore loser.

[He grins with a touch of mischief, making himself at home on her sofa and shrugging out of his jacket] Met your sister the other day. Nice gal.