She had to hand it to him. Winter had his oil business facts down, at least as far as she could tell. Easy enough to google, when she had the chance. The point, however, was that he sounded convincing. Often, that was all that was needed. The Warlock nodded, both impressed and amused.
"What? My hobbies? Oh, nothing terribly interesting. I enjoy old movies." Her fork played with the remains of her salad. "Basket, you called it. You mean basketball?"