"Very true," he said. "But then the Potters are neither Slytherin nor horribly good at acting if I know them at all."
He looked up when the bartender came over, deciding that he was definitely cute if not handsome. That in itself made him flush slightly and he internally cursed once again. This whole liking men thing was starting to be embarrassing, especially if he couldn't talk to one without blushing and sounding like an idiot at the start.
"Another beer, please," he said with a smile. Judging from the way they were standing, they knew each other and the hand on the hip suggested intimacy. The thought incited all sorts of images in Lysander's head and he bit back a groan. This wasn't fair. "Are you new here? I haven't seen you before."
Not that he was a regular - yet - but he had popped in for lunch a few times per week and drinks after work since finishing school.