( Ian leans back and William mirrors him, settling into the chair, the glint in his eye still apparent. He may be rusty, but for William, rusty is apparently a good thing. It's refreshing and something he hasn't done in too long. Flirting. )

Funny, your standard Tuesday is usually my Friday. Spending the week planning whatever it is we need to do. Most events happen on the weekends. And crimes. ( Weird trend. ) Joking about it doesn't make you less of a hero. You're a hero, Ian. You saved not just me, but an entire city. Some people inside, they weren't right. Judas made it harder for them. You cut off his access. Single-handedly. You're owed way more than that drink. And even my overwhelming congratulations. I'm thinking, key to the city? Night in the swankiest hotel in New Amsterdam, accompanied by yours truly out of the goodness of my heart because the invitation can't go to waste.