"If it ever came to blows or spells then I did something horribly wrong." He chuckled. It was a bit self-deprecating but he'd realized that growing up a McLaggen came with the territory but it also meant he could hold his own if it came to that.
It didn't escape his notice that Etta didn't shy away from his hand on her back, instinct or not. He tried not to read into it though. They'd had one night together and friends grabbing lunch and a drink was a normal occurrence around the Alley.
"Gonna grab drinks." He said pulling a chair out for her at the small table. "Can I get you anything?"