He doesn't need the gold to understand exactly what the look on Liam's face means. So tempting to kick him off the roof. It's not like he'd die.

Instead, Aleks takes the offered seat and swats at him. "Of course I would. Kate bailed me out last time, now it's my turn."

Logic.

"And what on Earth would I want to talk about? Oh my dearest me, the weather is so depressing today, or what?"