Danny protests, but complies all the same, making Steve mouth curve up a tiny bit more.

Even if that gets lost in the lip of his pint glass, taking a drink himself. Not really catching the eyes of anyone as he's looking over people, the high early night swing in flush, that's still calmer than anything else that's been happening on the job. Ever is. The slow-coiling tension when they wait for the next call and that snap of relief when the case breaks, the job is done.

"Oh?" Steve's looked at him, amused, gesturing with his drink in a small circle, meaning the whole place, but doing his best not to spill his beer at the sametime. "And this is savoring a few hours?"

He pressed on Danny's new word there. Thinking, warm and mocking, that he could think of a handful of other things that might count far better toward that concept than sitting in a bar, full of people creating walls that couldn't be breached. He can see the appeal. A low key bar, less formal for than even a meal, somewhere they can slide closer to anonymity and further from work.

Have some drinks, some laughs, he still might convince Danny to play a game of pool if he gets too restless sitting here.