"Polite sch-molite... highly overrated. Rather get down to the nitty gritty then foul it all up with niceties." Adrian shrugged his shoulders being relatively honest about the whole matter. Now that had to stop right now. "If I were a gentleman I'd say that that there was no way for you to know, but we both know that I'm not." And that was entirely too much use of the word know. And now that they were on the path toward a pint... Adrian was like a blood hound. One singular focus.
"Pig and Whistle. Sounds bloody fantastic. Good find." Her hand that was held out was entirely ignored as Adrian came up, long legged pace (lazy as it was) now catching up with her quicker attempts to leave him behind. Instead his arm was slung around her shoulder and she was directed right toward the entrance of the pub. "Now let's see what the ol' girl has to offer. Tell me they have Newcastle." It was past time for a drink and apparently he was taking Cecily with him.