"Well, it ain't somethin' that you should give out at an open bar, anyway, not unless you want it gone in less than a minute," Sawyer says, reaching behind himself for a bottle of Bunnahabhain. "Best damn scotch I've ever had, and yet I can't even pronounce the damn thing. All I know's that it's smooth on the tongue and looks damn good in a glass."

He grins. "You can let this be its own sort of foreplay."