"But the Two for One doesn't apply to business upstairs," he added with a wink. He was about to see if the fellow was interested in more than a drink when he said he wanted things of importance first.
But then his eyes were drawn to the pendant around the man's neck. It looked familiar, and it took a second for him to realise who it was. He should have known from the clipped tone of the man's words.
It was bloody Rabastan Lestrange. Was he here to check up on him? Fuck! Miles covered his surprise by clearing his throat, his eyes only widening for a moment. "Right," he said without choking too much on his words.
Pulling down one of the 'good' glasses, he reached under the bar and pulled out the very best of the fire-whiskey.
"Ahh, is this something we can discuss here?" he said in a very low voice, his eyes gazing towards Entwhistle as he was starting up his music set. "He's not put a foot out of line." Miles was disappointed he had nothing to report on Entwhistle, and he hoped Rabastan would see that for himself.