"Hi, Iris," National Security greeted her and treated her to one of those genuine looking smiles he'd mastered some time ago. Of course, with her it wasn't too difficult to summon up and maintain.
"I hope you don't mind my picking a pub," he continued casually, as he held the door open for her, and followed her inside. "It's less stuffy and I thought you might appreciate that."
Jamie had also picked this pub because it was comfy, cosy and made people feel at home. It was a place to relax and let your hair down. Less artificiality, more honesty. He needed to find a way to duplicate that particular atmosphere somewhere... else.