The expression on his face only became more intrigued and amused as the sprightly side within him was being coaxed out. He found himself meeting more interesting people that drew out a fervor that he deemed foreign, yet still familiar. Just like Mr. Film-maker.
To her toast, he raised his glass, the smile upon his face not fading one bit. "Cheers." He tilted his head back, eyes sliding closed as he lifted his own drink to his lips. The liquid flowed smoothly and warmly down his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing with each large gulp. A bit of cider slipped past and dripped down his chin but he continued on, feeling the drink already settle hotly in his stomach. The feeling was pleasant of course.
Once the whole glass was drained, he set it down and signaled the bartender for another. He didn't care if she thought of him as some stuffed-shirt prat. He was still going to banter with her. "I think you've been drinking too much, miss. You should hold back now on the Guinness before it overtakes you."