[ Propping his chin up with a hand, he considers her overall demeanor again as he watched the exchange between the poor barkeep and his friend… ]

And you’ve, uh- decided it’s subpar before you’ve even had a sip?

[ Though, even he knew that taverns weren’t always known for quality so much as a companionable atmosphere and plenty of what they had to drink. It was still only an observation.

Finally, the detective has to ask. ]

You don’t really seem like yourself; you know. Is it really the alcohol or… has something else happened?

[ If it weren’t for her eyes, he’d ask if it was another poorly gone meeting with Harry again. ]