Seamus got back to his table, whistling a few notes as he sat, Fireball in hand. He'd not gotten punched or hexed, though it was a near thing, from the sound of the bartender behind him. Still, he gave himself points for sheer cheek.
He waved at Hannah as she came near, grinning. "So, reckon you're right. Bout your bartender. Still, can't blame a bloke for trying? Care to console me for a bit?" He winked.