[Rhys is happy to keep sipping his little concoction. After a moment of silence, though, he realizes he's not getting those other answers.

He reaches up and pokes the taller man's shoulder.] Hey, c'mon, don't tell me you're embarrassed about your age. You don't look old, but you sure talk like it...Lemme guess, you're...a hundred? Two?

[The little bit of alcohol he's had is already loosening him up.]

I'm only twenty-seven, and already running my own company~ Can you believe that?