Byron raised a brow at the other man's hand on his leg, but said nothing. The guy seemed a bit tipsy and so he just shrugged it off. Besides he had a cigarette and that made him happy. "Thanks," he said as he took one from the pack. Lighting it with his wand he smiled happily at the first inhale.
Finally he answered the question. "Born and raised. You?" He paused and peered at the other man. "No I would guess not. You've got the accent. Sort of French." He caught Sydney's eye and pointed to his glass with a smile. Not like he was driving home.