Eris' eyes followed his to the drink list, one brow quirked as she studied it before nodding to her own pint of Guinness. "It's the only good stuff," the Irish woman replied in a brogue heavy-voice, lifting the glass for another sip. "If you'd be talking about the drink, that is." Her cat-like smile flashed again giving her an even more impish look. Ares wasn't here after all, and there was an undeniable draw to this man, even if it was tainted with... something she couldn't quite explain. A distaste or distrust, though not centered on him directly. A little harmless flirting was perfectly acceptable.