Booze

You had always found **** to be a good "personality lubricant" in terms of upping your charisma towards others. Then, when you'd gotten into the spy business, you'd found it a great way to take your mind off the horrors of terrorism while off the job. These two together culminated in a lot of time getting sloshed. Of course, you couldn't answer that quite so honestly, so instead you tempered your response: you enjoyed a drink now and then.

"Ha ha, all things in moderation. I'm all coffee at work, but at night, I'm a pretty heavy drinker myself," Goodbye giggled. You wondered if she had booze here in the office somewhere... you vaguely picked up the scent of vodka coming from somewhere. "Just don't overdo it on the job, okay?"

You laughed along, telling her you'd behave.

Her frightened eyes became momentarily visible as she tilted her head back and repeated herself. "Don't overdo it... okay? And never, ever go drinking with an agent code-named Au Revoir... Okay?"

You answered more seriously this time that you'd be sure to keep that in mind.