"Perhaps. But I'm pretty good at judging people, and you don't seem like a bad sort."

He shrugged off his own jacket and hung it up. The apartment itself was fairly high up with a nice view, and spacious. Not as large as his apartment in San Francisco, but he couldn't take to much advantage of Star Fleet. A living space, a kitchen, a bed big enough for two - or one to sprawl comfortably - and a balcony with a full bathroom. He'd had his record player brought over from the Enterprise, and a quick tap on his tablet had gentle classical music rolling through the apartment - quietly, though.

"On the rocks or straight?" he asked Pike, going to get out the bottle he had procured and two glasses.