Ithacles seemed a bit surprised when the woman came around the bar. It wasn't exactly a roomy pub back there. Barely enough room for two stools, so he continued to keep his back on the wall so as not to crowd her. He'd always been very aware of giving women their space.
Of course his new problem was that his pipe was on the other side of her. He couldn't ask for it because she was talking about herself and he didn't want to appear flippant or worse deaf. He snuck a glance at the thing through the small triangle between her arm and her stomach...
"Oh, well I'll keep it quiet then. How old are you now?"