"Oh no," he shook his head, doing his best to supress the urge to roll his eyes. "Of course not. You're an innocent little angel and I am just a terrible person for thinking otherwise." That being said, he slid his empty bottle across the bartop and began rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. While doing so, he examined the area around them and shook his head. Again: the bar was completely without a single person of interest. Dead. Just drunks and people who were perfectly content with drinking on their own. And as far as he was concerned? Those who spent their time drinking alone were pathetic and didn't need to be tampered with. They were already sad enough as it were.
"Why don't we get out of here?" He suggested, glancing back toward Kathyrn. "Find someplace more interesting? It's kind of dull here."