Mick snorts, but drops the first thread of conversation. He doesn't really want to tell Len how tempting that really is. He misses being a Rogue. He misses being able to set fires and have it be part of a game, instead of the sick sense of dread he gets at the idea of setting them now, knowing it'd feel like a relief to let go. And that worries him.

But this is a date, and dates are supposed to be fun, so he smiles and buys the tickets and offers one to Len.

"Two Adults. Let's hope you won't get ID'd, babyface."