George
Though George was still surprised that she knew who he was, he smothered the feeling in favor of a playful grin. As Flora wrapped herself around his arm, the thief raised a brow. "Do you really?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him. That must be a new development. He tried to keep tabs on who owned what bar in the city, after all - his, er, profession relied on knowing the ins and outs of all the local establishments. "Congratulations."
He'd meant what he said about getting a drink, and Flora seemed keen enough on the idea, so George turned toward the stairs and began to walk, his arm helpfully held for Flora to continue holding, should she choose to do so. He pondered the idea of nicking a bottle of something on the way to Flora's bar, but it seemed like a lot of effort when it seemed she had some waiting for them. "When might your grand re-opening be?" he asked. "I'll have to be sure to make an appearance."
He'd meant what he said about getting a drink, and Flora seemed keen enough on the idea, so George turned toward the stairs and began to walk, his arm helpfully held for Flora to continue holding, should she choose to do so. He pondered the idea of nicking a bottle of something on the way to Flora's bar, but it seemed like a lot of effort when it seemed she had some waiting for them. "When might your grand re-opening be?" he asked. "I'll have to be sure to make an appearance."
