Louis' gaze slides over to Daniel. Favors him with a smile, soft-edged and affectionate.

"I'll buy you a drink," he agrees. "Maybe a grasshopper, for old times' sake."

If they make it strong enough, it'll be all the sharp bite of alcohol, none of the sweetness. Suitable.

Side-stepping the latter question. Or attempting. Mark leans an elbow on the table, catching Louis by the wrist as he repeats it, rephrased: Are you gonna sing? Familiar, but Louis doesn't blame him, doesn't seem to take offense. Mark painted his nails, has been sweet, and is one of Daniel's people.

So Louis looks back to Daniel and says, "You're a bad influence on them."