Whatever he liked? He arched a brow at her but shrugged and turned back to get a mug and fill it with ale. Not the weakest stuff on tap, but far from the strongest, and if she wanted something with more kick, she could ask.
He turned back, noting the woman looked distinctly disappointed now and the vial was gone from view. The quizzical eyebrow rose again as he slid the mug across the counter to her. “You look like things aren’t goin’ your way today,” he observed, tone as neutral as he could manage in his rough voice. It was as gentle as he normally got with strangers, even if those meetings were all that uncommon these days.
He turned back, noting the woman looked distinctly disappointed now and the vial was gone from view. The quizzical eyebrow rose again as he slid the mug across the counter to her. “You look like things aren’t goin’ your way today,” he observed, tone as neutral as he could manage in his rough voice. It was as gentle as he normally got with strangers, even if those meetings were all that uncommon these days.
