Daisy listens quietly, does him the courtesy he's done her, watching him from the other side of the table and over the rim of her glass as she drinks. There's a flicker of undeniable surprise in her gaze, but judgement doesn't follow.

If he hadn't claimed this as a similar story she's not entirely sure she'd have put together the implication in his final words, but with all pieces together and the subtle taste on the air...

In a hushed tone, "You can do that? ...damn."