He stifled a chuckle at Riley's properness when addressing the bartender. Aside from Giles, his friends weren't big with the etiquette, but Finn had always been the perfect boy scout. He guessed that that had been Riley's appeal to Buffy following the doomed train-wreck that was Bangel, but also conversely one of the reasons that the relationship didn't work out. Buffy was one of those type of girls who went for unstable "my life sucks" guys... who were dead. Ironically, it had been Xander who convinced her to say those magical three words to her then boyfriend, but it had alas been too late.
Following Riley to said booth, he heard his stomach grumble listening to the order being placed, and then he subsequently listened to what was apparently an all business Agent Finn. The measure of pride he felt over being chosen for this very important discussion thinned somewhat as Riley reinforced what Xander already knew about being largely ill-equipped for what he did. But hey, there were also props a-plenty thrown in there, so he appreciated the gesture.
"Questions, you say? For moi? I wish I had a goatee right now so I could stroke it and pretend to be wise."
Though attempting to lighten things up, that notion was rendered moot when Riley offered his condolences for the loss of Anya.
"Thank you," he nodded. "Another fallen soldier, huh?" He raised his bottle in something of a tribute and took a drink. "By the way, how's the Mrs.?"