So you're saying not being of this country gives me license to get away with things? I like the sound of that. Cheers.

[He lifts the glass of beer in a toasting motion with delight in his eyes before taking a long drink.]

Now that Mac is not longer asking for it, John reaches into his wallet and produces two items of identification: his pre-Brexit driving license and his business card. They're placed on the bar's top with two self-satisfied slaps, one for each.]

You'll get more out of me if you ply me with alcohol first.

[He gives Dee a contradictory statement to Mac by mouthing "Yes he is."]