David gave her a look akin to something a librarian would give a noisy patron. It was not a friendly look to say the least, but he sighed. He couldn't have barpatrons--under aged ones especially--getting upset and informing the management that he was being anything less than courteous.
"Alright, Josie. What would you like to talk about?" He would never go near any one younger than 20 with a 10 foot pole again. Honestly. Way more trouble than it was worth. Didn't matter how hot they were. It was just trouble.