Mick grunts at the offering. He's never been one to stand on politeness or any sort of matters even if it's with the kid Snart has gone all soft on. "He mentioned he was in town, didn't mention that he was takin this house while he worked."

Not a bad looking kid, a little jumpy he surmises as he looks him over. Mick hands over a beer. "You know anything about hockey?"