[ Steve, after an extremely tense moment, answers, thank god. Answers well enough to demonstrate that he was there, at least. And then he throws a question back at Arthur, which can only mean: Steve knows what's happening too. ]

Boxing. Who would win, between Dempsey and... and... [ shit. The name is half-lost in how drunk they were. ] Stings like a bee... Ali.

[ With a harsh breath out, and distinct relief in both his face and posture: ] Thank god it's you. You- you know, then.