Regan glances at her son, and then laughs, relenting.

"Oh, it's just--"

"Dennis used to tend bar at a place some friends and I used to go, back at academy." She takes a sip of cognac, and makes a small gesture with the glass. "The Jade Dragon. A little pub -- workman's sort of place, a bit seedy by Friedman-Chao standards. Which of course was why we liked it."