Kyle grabs the gin and two glasses, returning to the table. He drops them down and then, ever the gentlemen, pours Nancy's and then his own. Capping the gin again, he sets her glass in front of her and takes a sip of his own. Not his favorite, but he's had a lot worse on tour.

"If you want my shirt off, you can just ask, you don't need to get me drunk." It's easier to joke than to address her serious concerns, though he won't ignore them either. "You say odd like it's a bad thing. I'm not telling you to give this place up. Just have a bed and a drawer and some clothes somewhere else too. Somewhere safer, with human contact that isn't work-related, and I'm a decent cook."