Miles came back down the stairs after hearing Finnigan calling for him to come down. The bird who wanted to be the barmaid had obviously arrived.
When he opened the door at the bottom of the stairs he looked up, and smiled. Well, she looked pretty enough to pull beers. "Hello. You must be..." What the fuck was her name? He couldn't remember.
"I'm Miles Bletchley, proprietor of this esteemed establishment. "I hear you are interested in working here?" Merlin, looking like that, she could even work upstairs, he thought as he let his eyes wander over her robes.