[ Against his growing annoyance with Cadence’s tone and the horny dog vibes the businessman was giving off, Clay does let out a genuine snort of a laugh. ]

Ah... Yeah. You’ve got a point there, doll. Olives for me, then. And, for you.

[ Clay carefully hands his confidant the clean martini. His lips sip off the top of his glass as he sizes up the other man for a half-second. Very subtly, he moves himself toward him (did he just straighten up to full height too? maybe-) and puts his arm to Cadence‘s waist protectively. ]

Who’s your new friend? I don’t think we’ve met but I overheard you’re a prolific purveyor of... junk bonds?