Well he never was much of an idiot, which makes this awkward. Not as awkward as it's about to get, but- yeah. This'll be fun. York shrugs and scrubs at the back of his neck, taking another swig of his beer to stall. "It's just a sedative."

He taps his pocket, the dull tink of a syringe audible. "That's for after. Quick and painless, like I promised."