[He watches her with genuine interest, always finding it fascinating and impressive how skillful she is with mixing drinks. He's seen a fair number of bartenders over the years, some who do it simply, others adding a little flair. Only Tifa has really held his interest...granted he might be a bit biased. He also wonders how much of it is just for him, which tickles him a little and he holds back the small laugh that threatens to escape. If they're trying to pretend to be strangers, they're doing a poor job of it and he knows it. But he also doesn't care all that much, not bothering to hide the fondness he has as he watches her. Only once she finishes does he make an attempt at his "role" as the strange, new customer who just happened to wander in.
Taking the glass, he tilts it slightly to hear the ice cube clink against the walls, the liquid an interesting color. Swirling it a bit, he lifts it up so that he can take a closer look and catch a whiff of the strong scent. A kind of whiskey? She does know his preferences so he shouldn't be too surprised. Another light swirl as he eyes her for a moment.]
Rather generous. Do you always treat customers who come in late like this?
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Taking the glass, he tilts it slightly to hear the ice cube clink against the walls, the liquid an interesting color. Swirling it a bit, he lifts it up so that he can take a closer look and catch a whiff of the strong scent. A kind of whiskey? She does know his preferences so he shouldn't be too surprised. Another light swirl as he eyes her for a moment.]
Rather generous. Do you always treat customers who come in late like this?