He stopped at the bar and snatched a bottle of red wine off the counter, watching her as she spoke.

He grinned. "Where I'm from, we've got this thing called a 'New York minute,' which is shorter than a normal minute, 'cause everybody's always in a rush." He filled his glass nearly up to the brim and offered her the bottle. "So, what I'm sayin' is, you're probably right."

"What's life like in court, eh?"