"Well Maine was rather lacking in authentic British castles but I did find a point of the Penobscot River that would freeze in the winter and was perfect for long, cold, days practicing the zen art of the slap shot." Matt smiles remembering the feeling of the cold air entering his lungs after another afternoon spent skating and playing pick up games. He looks around the bar and notices that many of patrons are beginning to leave.
"I think it is getting late. Would you possibly be interested in another spot of tea?" His tone is light and flirtatious with tea apparently the new fancy codeword.