Well, it's the fist time anyone's ever been pleased to meet me, so I guess it's a night for firsts.

[There's a little shuffling and the sound of skin against warm leather, and a gun finding home in its holster at her hip.]

You're cute, so I'll take you at your word, Matty. [And Peacemaker's pretty convinced he's not a demon, so yay!] Lemme get your next round to make up for interrupting your drink.

[Somewhere in New York, Foggy is feeling a sense of foreboding that he can't explain. Matt no. No, Matt.]