The young lady quite knows her firearms!

/ omggg

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(A sigh.) It is so hard to push modern standards on you ancient types. Very well, I will not pry if you do not tell. (He plucks the bottle that Lancer pointed out. Pouring out a shot with deft motions.) An American malt whisky.

(Narrows his eyes.) Wait a moment, are you old enough to drink?

Does it ever, my boy!

Young lady, you have been skipping out on your lessons as of late.

I flutter with grace and entangle with cruelty. I am a spider and a butterfly, a humble professor and an evil mastermind.