The smirk falls from Paul's face for a moment as he looks Boimler up and down. He looks almost... disappointed.

"You're clever, and you're tenacious. I've seen you in action. You'd be capable of so much if you didn't insist on tying yourself down to the vineyard."

He finishes off his drink and sets the glass down, pushing up from the bartop and heading for the exit. He's not really in the mood to go fishing for some overnight company anymore.

"Thanks for the drink."