Snorting an amused laugh at her question, Hakan cut a wry, pursed lip look over at her and shrugged a shoulder, “Thought about it once or twice,” he supplied, winking then before turning his attention back to the drink in front of him. Hakan knew how it looked– he knew what he projected any time he spoke about his marriage, or lack thereof. He came off as flippant and uncaring, and maybe to a degree it was true, but that hadn’t developed overnight. No, that had taken shape once they’d both been totally sure that it was over. Hakan and his wife had tried just about anything and everything, and it hadn’t worked. The truth was that the quick, easy, and painless divorce he’d hoped for was proving even harder than the marriage itself. Shaking his head at the thought, he turned to Alexis again, smirking at her answer as he peered down at her drink, “Naturally.” Eyeing the bartender, he motioned for another round for both of them, then met her gaze, a soft smile creasing the corners of his eyes, “Ah, same shit, different day,” he answered honestly, casting one more look down at his phone. This time was no worse than the time before, and he figured it’d carry on this way until they both finally settled on divorce terms. “Nothing that can’t wait,” he added, his way of telling her that she had his full focus now. “How’s my favorite arsonist?”