He slid Scotch to the patron at the end of the bar, and easily moved out of the way when she asked. Such comments were common behind the bar, and he wasn't easily offended.
"Hey thanks! I was missing these," he said, and did his best to clean them up. They were just copies of originals though, and thus were dispensable.
He worked down the bar again while she served the floor, and when she came back he beamed at her. "So I hear you're going to be brewing up your own ale to sell. That's brilliant. It's about time the Leaky had a signature."