Maybe in truth he didn't expect her to say no. People don't tend to say no. Maybe it's that cheeky smile of his, or maybe it's the fact he's genuinely interested in people, but one way or another, he's rarely heard a 'no' to a question like that.

Just a drink, of course. Of course.

"Great," he says, gesturing his hand out for them to go back into the rain, albeit briefly as they move next door and into the rather hectic pub. It's nothing special, a little tired around the edges, some chain with menus with unspecified stains on, and sticky patches on the floor. Probably the sort of place he usually finds himself.

"You get us a table," he tells her, "I'll get the drinks in."