The drink that comes Daniel's way is very colorful and extremely alcoholic. To his low tolerance's credit, he doesn't dissolve into a minor fit of coughing out of sheer shock but it's a near thing.

"Did she?" he manages, casting Iman a faintly bemused look as if to say, is this consistent? Not that he's anyone to judge that particular coping mechanism, as right about now he's considering employing it himself. With a semi-apologetic wince, he adds, "Gotta say, I'm already liking this better than last time."