Laying it on a bit thick? But it makes Barcus smile, a real smile, as if the idea of his company being so appealing is good to hear. He doesn't say anything else in return, but he does go to the counter and orders for the both of them, returning with two glasses of the basalt brandy, neat.

He places Bel's in front of him first, then clambers back up onto the stool beside him. "It's actually not that strong, for a brandy," he says. "At least, I don't think it is. The flavor is very nice, though."

Lightly, gently, so that he could withdraw at any moment, he slips his hand into Bel's.