[Oh, this sweet summer child. Before he can double down on the innuendo, though, as Otegine switches to audio.]

I can hear you just fine.

[He doesn’t sound as drunk as he would have expected - seems texting is one of those things he’s not good at.]

Just talk? Nothing more than that?

[With him? Why? What does he have to offer to someone like Otegine? Or anyone, for that matter.

It’s not like he’ll like anything Owen has to say, but… that’s all the more reason to accept.]

Well, I can spare some time for that, as long as you’re treating.