[In a discreet move, Charles lifts his two right forefingers to his forehead while resting his chin in the rest of his hand. What he's looking for is something relatively withdrawn, but not so far out of the way that he (or the both of them, depending) can't get out should the situation--god only knows how--go south. Reading the general temperature of the room only takes a few seconds, the pause only unnatural if one knows what to look for.
With a satisfied hum, he leads them a few tables back. The accessibility is awkward--something he's well used to--but it keeps them out of the way of the door or major walkways. It'll do.]
So, assuming the bar has something you've heard of, what are you drinking?
[Much less invasive. And just as telling, in some cases.]
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With a satisfied hum, he leads them a few tables back. The accessibility is awkward--something he's well used to--but it keeps them out of the way of the door or major walkways. It'll do.]
So, assuming the bar has something you've heard of, what are you drinking?
[Much less invasive.
And just as telling, in some cases.]