Frowning, Leo turns to turn the coffee machine on and grab a mug down from the cabinet above his head. He has another glass of scotch that's sitting on the bench and a cigarette is burning away where it sits in an ashtray at the far end, away from the preparation area.

"How do you have it? Sugar, milk?"

Turning around, Leo nods. "Yeah, first house. I have four. The others don't look like this. They're much more reasonable."