"Undoubtedly," Dirk answers, while waiting for the guy to get the ice out. The continued interest in his detective work is flattering, and he definitely doesn't mind expanding on the subject.

He leans up against the counter and crosses his arms, the drink still dangling from one hand waiting for ice. "What kinds of cases? Missing persons, cheating spouses...international espionage and the apprehension of hired assassins...missing cats. You know. The usual." He tilts his head to look in the freezer, wondering at the state of the ice.