[An unruly customer indeed. What is she going to do with him...

She chews on her lip, trying her hardest to stifle the smile that threatens to spread when she figures out that he's playing along with her.]

Mm... Is that what people are saying?

[Tifa glances around the empty bar, and at the chairs that are already flipped up onto the tables before she's turning back to Eustace and tipping her head to one side and then the other, like she's sizing him up.]

I don't do this often, but I guess I could spare one drink. For the compliment.

[He's pretty cute, after all.]

But you'll have to sit at the bar.