Darius/Seloria/Open
The first commentary of his name hadn't fully been caught. It was almost like someone might have said something but in the din of the conversation around him, it just as easily could have been any number of names or words. Though, when was spoken as second time that was when he was sure that it had indeed been spoken, and even though the voice around him seemed mildly wrapped by the conversation going on it did seem familiar.
"Yeah?" The White Mage partly turned, attempting to check for what, or who, had been the cause of his name permeating in the air and when the white haired young woman came into view he couldn't help but smile. "How is the arm anyway?" The question was easy to slip in before she went on about thanking him. A wave of his hand was given, an easy dismissal of whatever thanks she felt might be needed, and then she was telling the bartender who was paying for the drinks.
"Hey, no worries really. It's what I do." It was a weak attempt at letting her know that she really didn't need to go to such extreme measures of thanks. "Really, it's nothing." Though with that, he nodded his head towards a chair in front of him. "Did you wanna sit down and have one with me?" If she did except, he'd easily move to pull out the chair for her. If not, then hey, a question never hurt anyone, right?