"Oh, excuse you. I'm twenty-three, so that would make it seven years since I dropped out." He grins, though, and doesn't seem very upset. Apparently some people at the club still give his boss grief because they think he's got an under-age dancer, so what the heck, he can deal.

"And yes, I think that would be a good idea. You should go and rest that nose." Preferably close to someone whose coat doesn't smell rather a lot like weed. "And I'll contact you if something else comes up, okay?"