NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
Neron would have applauded, had it not been his bar; it's the sort of thing he'd have done with Edrei back when they'd been nobles in Northaven (probably whilst attending some stuffy wedding). As it stands, though, he lets the punters grab for whatever might fall out of her outfit, if it can be called that, while he cleans off the bar and gathers the empty glasses. It's clear by the time she props herself up against the counter, Neron wiping away the last sticky residues in time for her to vandalise it afresh.
"It'll grow on you," he assures her about Halo with a sly smile. "Life's much better on this side of the bar, put it that way." Straightening up, he moves to pour them both a drink even though it'll make no difference to them. Hearing about the fight with Wessex admittedly has him raising his eyebrows, though, Neron knowing instinctively to tread carefully here. "Do you want to tell me about it?" he asks in his best barman voice.
"It'll grow on you," he assures her about Halo with a sly smile. "Life's much better on this side of the bar, put it that way." Straightening up, he moves to pour them both a drink even though it'll make no difference to them. Hearing about the fight with Wessex admittedly has him raising his eyebrows, though, Neron knowing instinctively to tread carefully here. "Do you want to tell me about it?" he asks in his best barman voice.
