Unprepared for both the label of charmer and the question about his fictional boxing career, Corrie can see Criswell's expression slip into uncertainty before he follows her lead and takes a drink. The French 75 is a bit intense for him, but it had seemed right for Michael.
When he lowers the glass, he tries to look confident and shrugs his shoulders casually, "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee's not hard when the other bloke moves like a caterpillar. Magee's tough but he's got no precision. No finesse. He's a brute." He pauses, possibly trying to read Corrie's face to see if this answer was up to par, then tilts his head in consideration, "Do you...typically follow such matters, Ms. Templeton?"
LOBBY: Corrie and Criswell
When he lowers the glass, he tries to look confident and shrugs his shoulders casually, "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee's not hard when the other bloke moves like a caterpillar. Magee's tough but he's got no precision. No finesse. He's a brute." He pauses, possibly trying to read Corrie's face to see if this answer was up to par, then tilts his head in consideration, "Do you...typically follow such matters, Ms. Templeton?"