"Not on the counter," Danny pleads but it's too late, the damage is done. He closes the window roughly and heads straight over to inspect the counter top for marks. "Hedwig, please, this is-- is that a chip?" He crouches down to examine it closely. "That's--okay, not a chip. You got lucky. This time. There is a perfectly good bottle opener on the table."

He sighs as he pulls himself back up, tiring of all the pretending. Brutal honesty, that always makes him or breaks him.

Danny hops up onto the counter to give himself an extra inch or two of height and rubs his hands over his face.

"Alright, I'm gonna give you a list of reasons why this," he gestures between them, "you and me won't work, okay? And then, 'cause I'm a fair guy, you can have the floor for any counter arguments you wanna present. Okay, I'll start." He rolls his shoulders to loosen up. "One, you're not Catholic. Two, you're not Catholic. That bears repeatin'. Three, not only are you not Catholic, you're basically godless. I dunno if I should intimately associate myself with someone that might seriously jeopardise my chances of getting through those pearly gates. Four, you are taller than me by quite a bit and I find that very difficult to overcome. Five--you might wanna take a seat..."

It's not a short list.