Dennis laughed genially as the other man - Wayne - got another drink. Shrugging slightly, he gestured for another cider.
"I can tell from your dulcet tones that you're a Welshman," he asked with a slight tilt of his head. "I grew up outside Bristol, on the Severn if that slightly saves me some face from my evil English brethren." He took a long sip of his drink, and then shrugged.
He chuckled and cracked his neck slightly. "I doubt that very much, but I'd like to see you try and dominate me," he remarked with a dirty grin and a wink of his own.