He returned her assumption with a playful shrug. It was pretty true, although he never put a whole lot of thought into it. He always had his coffee the same way and he always had his alcohol the same way whenever he chose to have it at all. Without having a reason to change his actions, he tended to not change them at all. He thought about that in his head for a moment, he'd never seen himself like that until now. Perhaps it was a fortunate thing he was sitting next to Bridget at the moment. She was different, in a way. Perhaps it was the like for firearms. Or maybe it was the French heritage. Or the wine. He swished his wine around just a little as he went to take another sip of it. He'd almost forgotten to respond in that moment, he found himself becoming too busy with thinking about how to drink the wine. Was it meant to be sipped? Or drank like anything else? Would it be weird to ask?<br/><br/>He still had the trace of a smile on his face, he was just in a good mood it seemed. The smoke from her cigarette wasn't directly in his face. But, it still was lingering around, not that it bothered him, he'd breathed in much more harsher fumes in his time. The smoke was such a small price to pay, he decided. "The lighter's actually a little good luck charm. The fact that the thang still has any fluid in it is a miracle to me. I fill it from time to time, but it isn't often I need to use it. There've been times where all the fluid dries out 'fore I find a use for the lighter." Jared reminisced. "It's probably a good thang that you found a used for it while it's still in a working condition." Jared decided. He took a moment to think about the story behind the lighter. It wasn't one to exactly share with just anyone, but she didn't seem the type to listen then tell. Either way, she hadn't yet asked.<br/><br/>He gave her a curious look of his own back. "I think you have a fair amount of mystery behind you too, Bridget." Jared said, he still had plenty he wanted to learn about her. "Though I just might have some mystery behind me." Homicide cop was somewhat mysterious, right? He wasn't so sure, but for the moment he decided it was. He'd seen enough things to have weird stories to tell. "I'll tell you what, I'll tell you, if you tell me."