He smiled back at Roman, appreciating the odd man's respect of his privacy. There was something odd--and animal--about him, but that could be understood.

"You can come back anytime. I'll be here--I hardly ever sleep," he said, understating the fact. "I've no use for it."

He swirled a minute tornado of rum in his glass, gazing steadily at it. "If I'm not, you're welcome to come find me."