Matt sips his whisky, enjoying the taste and flavour fully before swallowing. The gorgeous drink is making him tipsy.
"Angel my darling, I cannae control my normal accent ai'ght? The posh Libertonian one I had tae develop in order to not have my head dunked in toilets and etc."
Matt finishes his whisky, and after seeing the state Redline got himself into - thinks he should probably leave the bottle as is.
"More about me though? Hell well I'm fae the Denver Highlands, parents are Bretonian - My dad's now an Investment Manager for Interspace. He used to run his own company but sold it to Interspace - making a huge profit and that's how he got his money. That in turn helped fund me through me Navy training. Mum's wi' Ageria as a Scientist. I think John's me brother, Mum always talked about a "lost son", neither of us know - but it's nice the way things are just now."