"Let's." He leans back in his chair with his mug, resisting the urge to kick his legs up on the table. Not in front of a lady. "Tell me more about this war of yours."

He'll just settle in for a story, taking a long sip of whiskey. Except forget the story because his head is being crammed full of memories. Or rather, the block on them has just been sledgehammered. He sputters into the mug, sitting up straight and clumsily setting the mug down on the table, eyes wide.