Eli laughed; she had no idea how very, very wrong she was. He wasn't a hero and had no desires or intentions of ever being one. Unless it suited a particular plan, of course.
The bar was little different than any he'd been in anywhere. A little dim, a little smoky, this one had a mix of customers ranging from the well-dressed, as he was, down to the mud-covered. Although it wasn't visually obvious, he felt attention come to them as they stood there a moment, looking around for an empty table. Eli's eyes automatically scoped out the place for exits, places to avoid and possible threats, though his expression remained pleasant and non-threatening.
He spied a table that would give them reasonable protection as well as provide him with a fairly good view of everyone else. One blind spot, but that couldn't be helped.
"There's a table, Aurora," he said with a nod in its direction, and put his hand on the small of her back to escort her to it. "Does it look all right to you? After all, you've been here before, so you'd know the best tables."