Thirsty, yeah. He'd guessed that when she'd managed to consume such a deep sip in less than two point three seconds. But, he briefly tipped his head to her, having to agree with the point of drink in the first place. The empty space in front of him, brought into ever increasing focus now that she'd pointed it out, was starting to get to him. Drawing his eyes away from the investigative bane of his life, he put them to better use attempting to locate the bartender. Hell of a time to leave them withou-
- ah, no, he was still there, and when he turned around to look at them, Adam sent him the glint of a smile, the charm of which often went miles on a good day. The reaction he received was one of equal familiarity, and in turn he greeted the bartender by his first name.
"I'm good for the usual," Adam declared, his gaze on the other man who turned to lift one of the glasses stacked behind the bar. Flicking his eyes back to Noelle, there was a moment of consideration in them, before he leaned over slightly to add, "And see if the little princess here wants a top up. As long as she's drinking, she's not talking. Trust me, that's a winning formula right there."