He leans at the bar, winking at the bartenders as they work. They know his tactics and both the women and the men merely smile knowingly at him as they prep the drinks for the people around them. As he settles atop that bar stool, he looks over at York, with that same flirty smile.

"I only know the best drinks." Even the non-alcoholic ones. Water with any kind of fruit in it is far better then just plain water. And he likes everything that goes in his mouth to have a little spark of flavor.

"You haven't had to break up any fights. You must be very intimidating." He looks him up and down as if trying to figure out how true that might be.