Before Neil could ask exactly what Arcade hopes he didn't say aloud, the older man continues. He slides into that lovely territory where alcohol begins to take away the harsh edges and general coherency and damn if it isn't hard as hell for Neil to keep a straight face.

He quirks a small smile, managing not to chuckle. "Jerking the gherkin? Seriously?" Another shake of the head. "Besides, I wasn't planning on going to people for advice until...it was recommended to me. And you were named as one of those men."