He keeps an eye on her as she digs around, picking up his glass again to take a slow enough sip of his wine that the silence stretches to the edge of outright rudeness.

"It was until you walked in."

It's not as vicious a little mutter as he intended, as the creature that came in with her catches his attention. There was something familiar about it, in the tail and in the movements, but he can't quite place where he's seen them before. He leaves his table to approach the bar, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword.

"What sort of beast is that?"