Anatoly had told Lex about him? He all but flushed, clearing his throat and passing it off as the color of a man who had done a little too much strutting in his set.

After shaking the other man's hand, Roger took his back, coughing idly into it before dropping it back to his side without an apologetic look, as if the cough was one that had been present for a long time.

"Well, shit," Roger said smoothly, laughing at his lack of eloquence. "I'll have to thank him. And thank you, really. It's... well, I never get tired of hearing it." He grinned almost sheepishly. "You wanna drink?"