Fin was only teasing though, and he hoped for nothing from Jag but his friendship.

Popping one last bite into his mouth, he polished off his beer.

"I'm glad I ran into you, Jag. It's always a pleasure," he smiled, pulling out his wallet to settle their bill. "Unfortunately, I really ought to head home. I've got to be on set first thing tomorrow. Some of the scenes require busy streets at their emptiest, which means shooting at dreadful hours."