He's a busy bee for the next few rounds of drinks, going back and forth between the private booths and the bar. Eventually, he does take a deep breath and leans heavily against the bartop, facing Dal with a big smile. He's 'on' tonight but he knows he's going to have to crash after so much social interaction.

"How is it? What did you get, the sangria?" Lark beams. "I love that one, with or without the wine." He nods in thanks to one of the bartenders who passes him a glass of water, taking a big gulp.

"I think I have a moment to talk now."