Iman raises an eyebrow at him, smirking as she takes the bottle and opens it easily.

"For such a sneaky shit that was pretty fuckin' obvious," she says, grabbing them a couple glasses and pouring a little in each. She hands his off to him. "But I'll let it slide. You know I love opening things. Bottles. Locked doors. Cans of worms."

She slides onto her couch and gives the space beside her a little pat. "Come on, let's see what 'Die Hard' has to offer us."