His grin spelled approval when Pansy went for another drink. "That is the spirit!" He tried snapping his fingers, but no sound escaped as his thumb and middle finger missed each other. "Before crazy arsed demons popped up?" He leaned in like he was about to reveal a conspiracy. "You know, I fought the big one. It was bloody awful, but don't tell anyone." He tried holding his finger to his lips. "Shhhh." He laughed. "This town is nothing like what your fancy arse is likely used to. Nothing like my brilliant flat either."