Greg walked in, walking tall, leaner and fitter than he'd looked in a while. Almost back to his old self, but not quite.
"Orange juice please, Sophie."
He kicked Ted as he walked past him.
"Get up you drunkard. The floor is no place for a gentleman. Even one such as yourself."
"Changed your tune a bit, Greg. Last time I saw you, you were as drunk as he intends to be."
"Different times, my lady, I find myself in a position where I needed to change my lifestyle. Alciohol has been the first casualty, ethics and morality may well be the second." He smiled.
"Well you're in the IND ain't ya? Where were you morals and ethics in the first place?" Sophie smiled also.
"Touche, my darling, touche."
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.