"Yes, I'm sure it is, a pleasure."  Archer gave a small but confident smile as he took Tomoe's hand, though he merely held it.  He was not sure, from her appearance, how old she was or what she was doing here, and he'd already had to deal with misunderstandings like that around co-workers.  The last thing he wanted was for... whatever they have here to show up making unfounded accusations.<br/><br/>At Jil's comment, Archer pointed a finger with the hand holding the glass; despite the sudden jabbing motion, the liquor and ice barely moved in the glass.  "And<em>that</em>, guy, is exactly what they would expect!  Rule number one of this job is to never do what they expect you to do.  But, maybe I just want you to<em>think</em>I'm a secret agent; after all, that sort of 'sarcastic confession' is hardly new.  So you have to ask yourself, are you one step ahead of me, or am I three steps ahead of you?<br/><br/>"For example," he continued, gesturing again with the glass, "maybe I showed up here late and drunk.  Or<em>maybe</em>I'm just drinking, and not late at all.  After all, if Amamiya just left and I just got here, how could I have not crossed paths with her?  Then again, maybe we just took different elevators.  Do you remember how many elevators are in this building?  That kind of detail can be the difference between life and death in the field."<br/><br/>Archer paused - or maybe just stopped talking - to finish off his drink.