He can't stop the slight smirk at Mick's reaction, already knowing what he'd thinking even without him saying it outright. There's even an amused, teasing lilt to his voice when he says, "Shut up," before letting his laugh be lost in his beer as he tips it back.
Something about that smirk, the echo of a laugh that loosens Mick's shoulders and he nudges his partner gently. "Lise can handle herself. Things get too dicey she can still come hang with me when she needs to hide out from the old bastard."
He nods a little, "I know she can," he's just terrified of letting her. He looks over at Mick again and smiles. "Thanks. I'm sure she knows that, but I'll make sure she does."
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